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. Night iii. Line 81. Night iii. Line 104. Night iii. Line 226. Night iv. Line 10. Night iv. Line 15. Night iv. Line 71. Night Thoughts — Continue:!. 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. Night v. Line 775. Night v. Line 1011. Night vi. Line 309. Night vi. Line 606. Night vii. Line 496. Night viii. Line 721. Night Thoughts — Continued. Night viii. Line 793. A man of pleasure is a man of pains. Night viii. Line 1054. Night ix. Line 167. Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.* Night ix. Line 771. Night ix. Line 1660. LOVE OF FAME. Satire i. Line 89. Satire i. Line 238. * Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom. To a Mountain Daisy. BuKtrs. t 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. Satire vii. Line 97. Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord The Last Day. Book i. Time elaborately thrown away. The Statesman's Creed. In records that defy the tooth of time. * "lis n'emploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs pensces." — Voltaire. t 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." ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748. xvi. For God hath made them so; For 't is their nature too. xx. Improve each shining hour, From every opening flower. For Satan finds some mischief still To God the Father, God the Son, Be honor, praise, and glory given, Moral Songs. ' T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." |