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There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

5. What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked (though lock'd up in steel) Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

6. The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea all which it inherits, shall dissolve;
And, like the baseless fabric of a vision,
Leave not a wreck behind! We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

-So it falls out,


That what we have we prize not to the worth
While we enjoy it: but being lack'd and lost,
Why then we reck the value; then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us,
While it was ours.

8. Cowards die many times before their death; The valiant never taste of death but once.

9. There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out;
For our bad neighbours make us early stirrers :
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry;
Besides, they are our outward consciences,
And preachers to us all; admonishing
That we should dress us fairly for our end.

10. O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in th' air of men's fair looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,

Ready with every nod to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

11. —
-Who shall go about
To cozen fortune, and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit? let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity.

O that estates, degrees and offices,

Were not derived corruptly, that clear honour
Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!
How many then should cover, that stand bare!
How many be commanded, that command!


'Tis Slander!

Whose edge is sharper than a sword; whose tongue
Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world. Kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons, nay the secrets of the grave,
This viperous Slander enters.

13. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

14. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty space from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusky death. Out, out, brief candle;
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more! It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.


1. HE that would pass the latter part of his life with honour and decency, must, when he is young, consider that he shall one day be old-and remember, when he is old, that he has once been young.

2. Avarice is always poor,-but poor by her own fault. 3. The maxim which Periander of Corinth, one of the seven sages of Greece, left as a memorial of his knowledge and benevolence, was, "Be master of your anger." He considered anger as the great disturber of human life, the chief enemy both of public happiness and private tranquillity; and thought he could not lay on posterity a stronger obligation to reverence his memory, than by leaving them a salutary caution against this outrageous passion.

4. The universal axiom, in which all complaisance is included, and from which flows all the formalities which custom has established in civilized nations, is, "that no man should give any preference to himself."-A rule so comprehensive and certain, that perhaps it is not easy for the mind to imagine an incivility, without supposing it to be broken.

5. The foundation of content must be laid in a man's own mind; and he who has so little knowledge of human nature, as to seek happiness by changing any thing but his own disposition, will waste his life in fruitless efforts, and multiply griefs which he purposes to remove.

6. No rank in life precludes the efficacy of a well timed compliment. When Queen Elizabeth asked an ambassador how he liked her ladies, he replied, "It is hard to judge of stars in the presence of the sun."

7. The crime which has been once committed, is committed again with less reluctance.

8. The great disturbers of our happiness in this world are our desires, our griefs, and our fears; and to all these the consideration of mortality is a certain and adequate remedy. "Think, (says Epictetus) frequently on poverty, banishment and death, and thou wilt never indulge violent desires, or give up thy heart to mean sentiments.

9. The certainty that life cannot be long, and the probability that it will be shorter than nature allows, ought to awaken every man to the active prosecution of whatever he is desirous to perform. It is true that no diligence can ascertain success; death may intercept the swiftest career, but he who is cut off in the execution of an honest undertaking, has at least the honour of falling in his rank, and has fought the battle, though he missed the victory.

10. When we act according to our duty, we commit the event to Him by whose laws our actions are governed, and who will suffer none to be finally punished for obedience. But, when in prospect of some good, whether natural or moral, we break the rules prescribed to us, we withdraw from the direction of superior wisdom, and take all consequences upon ourselves.

11. Employment is the great instrument of intellectual dominion. The mind cannot retire from its enemy into total vacancy, or turn aside from one object, but by passing to another.

12. Without frugality none can be rich; and with it, very few would be poor.

13. Though in every age there are some, who by bold adventures, or by favourable accidents, rise suddenly into riches; the bulk of mankind must owe their affluence to small and gradual profits, below which their expenses must be resolutely reduced.

14. A man's voluntary expenses should not exceed his income.

15. Let not a man anticipate uncertain profits.

16. The happiness of the generality of people is nothing if it is not known; and very little, if it is not envied.

17. To improve the golden moment of opportunity, and catch the good that is within our reach, is the great art of life. Many wants are suffered which might have once been supplied, and much time is lost in regretting the time which has been lost before.

18. One of the golden precepts of Pythagoras directs "That a friend should not be hated for little faults,"


II. The COBLER and his SoN.

YOUNG man, son of a cobler, in a small village near Madrid, having pushed his fortune in the Indies, returned to his native country with a considerable stock, and set up as a banker in Madrid. In his absence, his parents frequently talked of him, praying fervently that heaven would take him under its protection; and the vicar being their friend, gave them frequently the public prayers of the congregation for him.

2. The banker was no less dutiful on his part; for, so soon as he was settled, he mounted on horseback, and went alone to the village. It was ten at night before he got there; and the honest cobler was in bed with his wife, in a sound sleep, when he knocked at the door. Open the door, says the banker, 'tis your son Francillo.


3. Make others believe that if you can, cried the old man, starting from his sleep; go about your business, you thieving rogues, here is nothing for you; Francillo, if not dead, is now in the Indies. He is no longer there, replied the banker, he is returned home, and it is he who now speaks to you: open your door and receive him



4. Jacobo, said the woman, let us rise then; I really believe 'tis Francillo-I think I know his voice. The father starting from bed, lighted a candle; and the mother putting on her gown in a hurry, opened the door. Looking earnestly on Francillo, she flung her arms about his neck, and hugged him with the utmost affection. Jacobo embraced his son in his turn; and all three, transported with joy after so long absence, had no end in expressing their tenderness.

5. After these pleasing transports, the banker put his horse into the stable, where he found an old milch cow, nurse to the whole family. He then gave the old folks an account of his voyage, and of all the riches he had brought from Peru. They listened greedily, and every, the least particular of his relation made on them a sensible impression of grief or joy. Having finished his story, he offered them a part of his estate, and entreated his father not to work any more.

6. No my son, said Jacobo, I love my trade, and will not leave it. Why replied the banker is it not now high time to take your ease? I do not propose your living with me at Madrid? I know well that a city life will not please you; enjoy your own way of living; but give over your hard labour, and pass the remainder of your days in ease and plenty.

7. The mother seconded the son, and Jacobo yielded. To please you, Francillo, said he, I will not work any more for the public, but will only mend my own shoes and those of my good friend the vicar. The agreement being concluded, the banker ate a couple of eggs and went to his bed, enjoying that pleasing satisfaction which none but dutiful children can feel or understand.

8. The next morning, the banker, leaving his parents a purse of 300 ducats, returned to Madrid; but was surpris cd to see Jacobo at his house a few days after. My father, said he, what brings you here? Francillo, answered the honest cobler, I have brought your purse-take it again, for I desire to live by my trade, and have been ready to die with uneasiness ever since I left off working.


ERRIN lost both parents before he could articulate their names, and was obliged to a charity house for his education. At the age of fifteen, he was hired by a



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