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_New England Primer_.

Hold thou the good: define it well:
For fear divine Philosophy
Should push beyond her mark, and be
Procuress to the Lords of Hell.
_In Memoriam_. A. TENNYSON.

For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administered is best:
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
_Essay on Man, Epistle III_. A. POPE.

His _faith_, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his _life_, I'm sure, was in the right.
_On the Death of Crashaw_. A. COWLEY.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road.
But looks through nature up to nature's God.

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And knows where faith, law, morals, all began,
All end, in love of God and love of man.
_Essay on Man, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

THOUGHT.

Thought can wing its way
Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam
That hastens on the pinions of the morn.
_Sonnet_. J.G. PERCIVAL.

I and my bosom must debate awhile,
And then I would no other company.
_King Henry V., Act iv. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

He that has light within his own clear breast,
May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day:
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
Benighted walks under the midday sun.
_Comus_. MILTON.

So Thought flung forward is the prophecy
Of Truth's majestic march, and shows the way
Where future time shall lead the proud array
Of peace, of power, and love of liberty.
SIR J. BOWRING.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
_Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

TIME.

O Time! the beautifier of the dead,
Adorner of the ruin, comforter
And only healer when the heart hath bled--
Time! the corrector where our judgments err,
The test of truth, love,--soul philosopher,
For all besides are sophists, from thy thrift
Which never loses though it doth defer--
Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift
My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift.
_Childe Harold, Canto IV_. LORD BYRON.

The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages:
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.

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Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportioned to their sweetness.