_To an Afflicted Protestant Lady_. W. COWPER.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish--
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
_Sacred Songs: Come, ye Disconsolate_. T. MOORE.
HELL.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
_Inferno, Canto III_. DANTE.
Which way shall I fly,
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.
Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. II_. MILTON.
Nor from hell
One step no more than from himself can fly
By change of place.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.
When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
_Faustus_. C. MARLOWE.
HELP.
Heav'n forming each on other to depend,
A master, or a servant, or a friend,
Bids each on other for assistance call,
Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
_Essay on Man, Epistle II_. A. POPE.
Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.
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