Religion's all. Descending from the skies To wretched man, the goddess in her left Holds out this world, and, in her right, the next. Night Thoughts, Night IV.

DR. E. YOUNG.

My God, my Father, and my Friend,

Do not forsake me at my end.

Translation of Dies Iræ.

REMORSE.

EARL OF ROSCOMMON.

What exile from himself can flee?
To zones though more and more remote
Still, still pursues, where'er I be,

The blight of life-the demon Thought.

Childe Harold, Canto I.

LORD BYRON.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV.

Unnatural deeds

MILTON.

Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds

To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 1.

SHAKESPEARE.

MACBETH.-Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain,

And with some sweet oblivious antidote

Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff,

Which weighs upon the heart?

DOCTOR.

Must minister to himself.

Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 3.

Therein the patient

SHAKESPEARE.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,

A brother's murder.

Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

How guilt once harbored in the conscious breast,
Intimidates the brave, degrades the great.

Irene, Act iv. Sc. 8.

DR. S. JOHNSON.

High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse!
Fear for their scourge, mean villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave!

Marmion, Canto III.

SIR W. SCOTT.

Amid the roses, fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest; a quick-returning pang
Shoots through the conscious heart.

The Seasons: Spring.

J. THOMSON.

There is no future pang

Can deal that justice on the self-condemned
He deals on his own soul.

Manfred, Act iii. Sc. 1.

REPUTATION.

LORD BYRON.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls:

Who steals my purse, steals trash; 't is something, nothing ; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name

Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise,
They best can bear reproof who merit praise.
Essay on Criticism.

The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1.

A. POPE.

SHAKESPEARE.

Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick.

King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1.

SHAKESPEARE.

Convey a libel in a frown,
And wink a reputation down!

Journal of a Modern Lady.

J. SWIFT.

After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honor from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
King Henry VIII., Act v. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

Nor set down aught in malice: then, must you speak
Of one that loved, not wisely, but too well:

Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreme; of one, whose hand,

Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away,

Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees

Their medicinal gum. Set you down this.

Othello, Act v. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

O God!-Horatio, what a wounded name,

Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,

Absent thee from felicity awhile,

And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,

To tell my story.

Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

RESIGNATION.

Behold, how brightly breaks the morning,
Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.

Behold how brightly breaks.

God is much displeased

J. KENNEY.

That you take with unthankfulness his doing:
In common worldly things, 't is called ungrateful,
With dull unwillingness to repay a debt
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,
For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
King Richard III., Act ii. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

But hushed be every thought that springs

From out the bitterness of things.

Addressed to Sir G. H. B.

W. WORDSWORTH.

Down, thou climbing sorrow,

Thy element 's below!

King Lear, Act ii. Sc. 4.

SHAKESPEARE.

"T is impious in a good man to be sad.

Night Thoughts, Night IV.

DR. E. YOUNG.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.

To an Afflicted Protestant Lady.

W. COWPER.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction.-That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days. Barbarossa, Act v. Sc. 3.

RESOLUTION.

J. BROWN."

Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threatener and outface the brow
Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviors from the great,
Grow great by your example and put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.

King John, Act v. Sc. 1.

SHAKESPEARE.

My resolution 's placed, and I have nothing
Of woman in me: now from head to foot
I am marble-constant.

Antony and Cleopatra, Act v. Sc. 2.

When two

SHAKESPEARE.

Join in the same adventure, one perceives
Before the other how they ought to act;
While one alone, however prompt, resolves
More tardily and with a weaker will.

Iliad, Bk. X.

HOMER. Trans. of BRYANT.

I pull in resolution, and begin

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend

That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood

Do come to Dunsinane."

Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 5.

SHAKESPEARE.

In life's small things be resolute and great

To keep thy muscle trained: know'st thou when Fate
Thy measure takes, or when she 'll say to thee,
"I find thee worthy; do this deed for me"?
Epigram.

J. R. LOWELL.

REST.

Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed;
A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light,
A rosie garland and a weary hed.

Astrophel and Stella.

SIR PH. SIDNEY.

And to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts,
Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness.

The Excursion, Bk. IV.

W. WORDSWORTH.

The wind breathed soft as lover's sigh,
And, oft renewed, seemed oft to die,
With breathless pause between,
O who, with speech of war and woes,
Would wish to break the soft repose

Of such enchanting scene!

Lord of the Isles, Canto IV.

Our foster-nurse of Nature is repose,

SIR W. SCOTT.

The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.

King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 4.

SHAKESPEARE.

These should be hours for necessities,

Not for delights; times to repair our nature
With comforting repose, and not for us
To waste these times.

King Henry VIII., Act v. Sc. 1.

SHAKESPEARE.

Who pants for glory finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows. Epistles of Horace, Ep. I. Bk. I.

J. DRYDEN.

Where peace

And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all.

Paradise Lost, Bk. I.

Absence of occupation is not rest,

MILTON.

A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. Retirement.

RETRIBUTION.

W. COWPER.

The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree

I planted-they have torn me, and I bleed;

I should have known what fruit would spring from such a

seed.

Childe Harold, Canto IV.

LORD BYRON.

We but teach

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.

Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 7.

SHAKESPEARE.