Night Thoughts - Continued.

Night ii. Line 602.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight!

Night ii. Line 633.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk

Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

Night ii. Line 641.

A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

Night iii. Line 81.

Beautiful as sweet!

And young as beautiful! and soft as young!
And gay as soft! and innocent as gay!

Night iii. Line 104.

Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay.

Night iii. Line 226.

Heaven's sovereign saves all beings but himself,
That hideous sight, a naked human heart.

Night iv. Line 10.

The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.

Night iv. Line 15.

Man makes a death, which nature never made.

Night iv. Line 71.

Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.

Night Thoughts-Continued.

Night iv. Line 118.

Man wants but little, nor that little,long.

Night iv. Line 233.

A God all mercy, is a God unjust.

Night v. Line 600.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

Night v. Line 661.

Like our shadows,

Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines.

Night v. Line 775.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

Night v. Line 1011.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Night vi. Line 309.

Pigmies are pigmies still, though perched on Alps, And pyramids are pyramids in vales.

Night vi. Line 606.

And all may do what has by man been done.

Night vii. Line 496.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

Night viii. Line 721.

Prayer ardent opens heaven.

Night Thoughts - Continued.

Night viii. Line 793.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

Night viii. Line 1054.

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

Night ix. Line 167.

Final Ruin fiercely drives

Her ploughshare o'er creation.*

Night ix. Line 771.

An undevout astronomer is mad.

Night ix. Line 1660.

Emblazed to seize the sight; who runs, may read.


Satire i. Line 89.

Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.

Satire i. Line 238.

None think the great unhappy but the great.†

* Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate

Full on thy bloom. To a Mountain Daisy. BURNS.

† As if misfortune made the throne her seat,

And none could be unhappy but the great. RowE.

Love of Fame - Continued.

Satire ii. Line 207.

Where nature's end of language is declined,
And men talk only to conceal their mind.*

Satire vii. Line 97.

How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.†

Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord

Accept a miracle, instead of wit,

See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.

The Last Day.

Book i.

Time elaborately thrown away.

The Statesman's Creed.

In records that defy the tooth of time.

*"Ils n'emploient les paroles que pour déguiser leurs pensées." -Voltaire.

† Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part i., Introduction, and taken originally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, Part III. Sect 2. Mem. 1. Subs. 2. "But to enlarge or illustrate this power or effects of love is to set a candle in the sun."





A flower, when offered in the bud,
Is no mean sacrifice.


Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 't is their nature too.


How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day,
From every opening flower.

For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, three in one;

Be honor, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Moral Songs.

"T is the voice of the sluggard; Iheard him complain, "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."

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