rt
Is true as steel.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

HEAVEN.

A heart bestowed on heaven alone.
_The Corsair_. LORD BYRON.

If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful, beyond compare,
Will Paradise be found!
_The Earth Full of God's Goodness_. J. MONTGOMERY.

This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,--
There's nothing true but Heaven!
_Sacred Songs: The world is all a fleeting show_. T. MOORE.

Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
_The Issues of Life and Death_. J. MONTGOMERY.

No, no, I'm sure,
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury,
Unless it did, though fearfully, espy
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream
_Endymion, Bk. I_. J. KEATS.

_HEAVEN--HELL_.

'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
_Burial of the Dead_. J. KEBLE.

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
_The Spanish Friar, Act v. Sc. 2_. J. DRYDEN.

Just are the ways of Heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doomed the Greeks to bleed.
_Odyssey, Bk. VIII_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
_The Lord of the Isles, Canto I_. SIR W. SCOTT.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
_To an Afflicted Protestant Lady_. W. COWPER.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish--
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
_Sacred Songs: Come, ye Disconsolate_. T. MOORE.

HELL.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
_Inferno, Canto III_. DANTE.

Which way shall I fly,
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. II_. MILTON.

Nor from hell
One step no more than from himself can fl