_King Henry VIII., Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
Look round the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!
_Juvenal, Satire X_. J. DRYDEN.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
_Paradise Lost, Bk. V_. MILTON.
GRATITUDE.
The still small voice of gratitude.
_For Music_. T. GRAY.
A grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharged.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath oftener left me mourning.
_Simon Lee_. W. WORDSWORTH.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.
_Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
GRAVE, THE.
There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found,
They softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground.
_The Grave_. J. MONTGOMERY.
Ah, the grave's a quiet bed:
She shall sleep a pleasant sleep,
And the tears that you may shed
Will not wake her--therefore weep!
_The Last Scene_. W. WINTER.
O, snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year,
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:
_O, Snatched Away_! LORD BYRON.
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