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And, like a shifted wind unto a sail,
It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about;
Makes sound opinion sick, and truth suspected,
The future anticipated by the past. There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased:
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes,
But presently prevent the ways to wail.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
Patience, unmoved, no marvel though she pause ;d
But were we burden'd with like weight of pain,
Men's last words to be regarded.
The tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony;
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in
He, that no more must say, is listen'd more
Than they, whom youth and ease have taught to glose;
More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives before : The setting sun, and music at the close,
d To pause is to rest, to be in quiet.
e i.e. Who have no cause to be otherwise.
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last;
Self-interest, its influence.
Commodity, the bias of the world;
The world, who of itself is peised well,
They say, miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar things, supernatural and causeless. Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.k 11-ii. 3.
Blessings undervalued, till irrecoverable.
Love, that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
To the great sender turns a sour offence,
Crying, That's good, that's gone: our rash faults
That wishing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt that we, the poorer born,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
h Poised, balanced.
Though those, that are betray'd,
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
In obstinate condolement,m is a course
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
A heart unfortified, or mind impatient;
An understanding simple and unschool'd.o 36-i. 2.
Blessed be those,
How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
Elevation, exposed to censure.
O place and greatness, millions of false eyes
Human actions viewed by Heaven.
If pow'rs divine
Behold our human actions, (as they do,)
I doubt not then, but innocence shall make
m Condolement, for sorrow.
o 1 Thess. iv. 13.
9 Voraciously devour.
n Incorrect, for untutored.
r Inquisitions, inquiries.
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time,
The value of Virtue.
The honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty.
The service of the foot
Being once gangrened, is not then respected.
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge,
Honours not hereditary.
Honours best thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Where dust, and damn'd oblivion, is the tomb
Confidence, not to be placed in man.
O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Submission to Providence.
I do find it cowardly and vile,
ti.e. Through all succeeding ages.
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent"
There is so great a fever on goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it: novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive, to make societies secure; but security enough to make fellowships accursed: much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world.
Miracles are ceased;
And therefore we must needs admit the means,
The apprehension of evils.
Doubting things go ill, often hurts more
I hold it cowardice
To rest mistrustful, where a noble heart
The effects of Sorrow.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.
And, for unfelt imaginations,
They often feel a world of restless cares :
u To anticipate.