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Bliss ! sublunary Bliss! Proud words and 'vain?
What numbers, once in Fortune's lap high-fed,
more, solicit it in vain tali terii SH
is the thief of time; 307 yiy va Year'after year'it steals, till all are féd,
nei suo ih And to the mercies of a moment leaves
Theevast concerns of an eternal state'?uT*
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Guard well thy thought; our thoughts are heard
Life's cares are comforts: such by Heav'n design'd; He that has none, must make them, or be wretched.
o consecrates his hours
The man who
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome
Their answers form what men experience call
To hope the best is pious, brave, and wise!
Wishing, of all employments, is the worst :
Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ?
Shall we, shall aged men, like aged trees,
Shall our pale wither'd hands, be still stretch'd out, Trembling, at once, with eagerness and age ? With avarice and convulsions, grasping hard? Man wants but little ; nor that little, long.
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
A CHRISTIAN is the highest stile of man :
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
Fondness for fame is avarice of air.
The world's infectious; few bring back at eve,
Genius, too hard for right, can prove
wrong, And loves to boast, where blush men less inspir’d.
By night, an atheist half believes a God.
“Oh! let me die his death !” all nature cries ; 66 Then live his life." -All nature falters there,
Tho grey our heads; our thoughts and aims are green;
OLSET Like damaged clocks, whose hand and bell dissent; Folly sings six, while nature points out twelve:
But peace begins just where ambition ends: : ? What makes man wretched? Happiness denied ? Lorenzo ! no : 'tis happiness disdained.'); She comes too meanly drest to win qur.smile, And calls herself Content, a homely name!
30.12. sider 21: v.5 -2.5 Unknowing what our mortal state admits, Life's modest joys we ruin, while we raise ; And all our ecstacies are wounds to peace : Peace, the full portion of mankind below.
When such friends part, 'tis the survivor dies...
117C in Sri His nature no man can o'er-rate ; and none Can under-rate his merit.
Nothing this world unriddles but the nextend cosa
e. Talents, angel bright, If wanting worth, give infamy renown. un ! If wrong our hearts, our heads are right in vain. Right ends and means make wisdom; worldly
Is but half-witted at its highest praise.
Consider man as an immortal being,
Conscience of guit is prophecy of pain.
Admit a God, all other wonders cease:
If there is weight in an eternity,
Life's little joys go out by one and one,
I give him joy, that's awkward at a lie.
"Tis great, 'tis manly, to disdain disguise.
And some forgiveness needs the best of friends.
From purity of thought, all pleasure springs,
Th’ALMIGHTY, from his throne, on earth surveys Nought greater than an honest humble heart.