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A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
All things decay with time; the forest sees
The growth and downfall of her aged trees:
That timber tall, which threescore lustres stood
The proud dictator of the state-like wood--
I mean the sov'reign of all plants, the oak,
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke.
But here's the sunset of a tedious day,
These two asleep are; I'll but be undrest,
And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.
- Epitaph on Sir Edward Giles [Epitaphs]
Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow may be dying.
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known
Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
Go to your banquet then, but use delight
So as to rise still with an appetite.
He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail
Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
In the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
It is the will that makes the action good or ill.
Kings ought to shear, not skin their sheep.
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall,
Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
Let wealth come in by comely thrift,
And not by any sordid shift;
'T is haste
Extremes have still their fault.
Who gripes too hard the dry and slipp'ry sand,
Holds none at all, or little, in his hand.
Like will to like; each creature loves his kind.
Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.
Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent,
Adversity then breeds the discontent.
Necessity makes dastards valiant men.
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
Nothing is so hard but search will find it out.
Our present tears here, not our present laughter
Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.
Satan o'ercomes none but by willingness.
'T is the will that makes the action good or ill.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
That happiness does still the longest thrive where joys and griefs have turns alternative.
That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
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