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Seite 218 - Th' eclipse and glory of her kind 189 The Character of a Happy Life HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath...
Seite 218 - Who hath his life from rumours freed ; Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great ; Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath alL ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA.
Seite 215 - I have been, and am a man compassed about with human frailties, Almighty God hath by his grace prevented me from making shipwreck of faith and a good conscience, the thought of which is now the joy of my heart, and I most humbly praise him for it: and I humbly acknowledge that it was not myself, but he that hath kept me to this great age, and let him take the glory of his great mercy. — And, my dear friend, I now see that I draw near my harbour of death; that harbour that will secure me from all...
Seite 214 - ... slowpaced — had changed my youth into manhood. But age and experience have taught me that those were but empty hopes ; for I have always found it true, as my Saviour did foretell, ' sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.' Nevertheless, I saw there a succession of boys using the same recreations, and, questionless, possessed with the same thoughts that then possessed me. Thus one generation succeeds another, both in their lives, recreations, hopes, fears, and death.
Seite 214 - Hales, (learned Mr. John Hales) then a fellow of that college ; to whom upon an occasion he spake to this purpose " I have in my passage to my grave met with most of those joys of which a discursive soul is capable...
Seite 213 - I daily magnify for this particular mercy, of an exemption from business, a quiet mind, and a liberal maintenance, even in this part of my life, when my age and infirmities seem to sound me a retreat from the pleasures of this world, and invite me to contemplation, in which I have ever taken the greatest felicity.
Seite 475 - The stately compass of the lofty sky, And in the midst thereof, like burning gold, The flaming chariot of the world's great eye ; The watery clouds that in the air up-roll'd, With sundry kinds of painted colours fly ; And fair Aurora lifting up her head. Still blushing, rise from old Tithonus
Seite 364 - Angler's Delight, containing the whole art of neat and clean Angling; wherein is taught the readiest way to take all sorts of Fish, from the Pike to the Minnow, together with their proper baits, haunts, and time of fishing for them, whether in mere, pond, or river. As also the method of fishing in Hackney River, and the names of the best stands there ; with the manner of making all sorts of good tackle fit for any water whatsoever.
Seite 573 - A. soul sheathed in a crystal shrine, Through which all her bright features shine ; As when a piece of wanton lawn, A thin aerial veil, is drawn O'er beauty's face, seeming to hide, More sweetly shows the blushing bride ;— A soul, whose intellectual beams No mists do mask, no lazy steams ; A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day...