MODERATION.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
Lie in three words,--health, peace, and competence.
Rut health consists with temperance alone.
And peace, O Virtue! peace is all thine own.
_Essay on Man, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.

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Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc_. SHAKESPEARE.

They surfeited with honey; and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
_King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act iii. Sc2_. SHAKESPEARE.

And for my means. I'll husband them so well
They shall go far with little.
_Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

He that holds fast the golden mean,
And lives contentedly between
The little and the great,
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door.
_Translation of Horace, Bk. II. Ode X_. W. COWPER.

Take this at least, this last advice, my son:
Keep a stiff rein, and move but gently on:
The coursers of themselves will run too fast,
Your art must be to moderate their haste.
_Metamorphoses: Phaeton, Bk. II_. OVID. _Trans. of_ ADDISON.

Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest.
_King Lear, Act i. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

MOON.

The night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon
Drops down behind the sky.
_The Light of Stars_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

See yonder fire! it is the moon
Slow rising o'er the eastern hill.
It glimmers on the forest tips,
And through the dewy foliage drips
In little rivulets of light,
And makes the heart in love with night.
_Christus: The Golden Legend, Pt. VI_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds;
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!
_Diana_. G. CROLY.

The Moon arose: she shone upon the lake,
Which lay one smooth expanse of silver light;
She shone upon the hills and rocks, and cast
Upon their hollows and their hidden glens
A blacker depth of shade.
_Madoc, Pt. II_. R. SOUTHEY.