“ All the World’s bravery that delights our eyes,
Is but thy several liveries;
Thou the rich dye on them bestow’st,
Thy nimble Pencil paints this landscape as thou go’st.
[Abraham Cowley
[3] FAREWELL
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved, and next to nature, art. ”

“ What gem hath dropp’d and sparkles o’er his chain?
The Tear most sacred, shed for other’s pain,
That starts at once—bright—pure—from Pity’s mine,
Already polish’d by the Hand Divine.
[Lord Byron
GRIEF
What cannot be preserved when Fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mockery makes.
The robb’d, that smiles, steals something from the Thief;
He robs himself, that spend a bootless Grief.
[William Shakespeare
[11] OPPORTUNITY
It is a hag whom Life denies his kiss
As he rides questward in knight-errant wise ”

“ Stately with stem-like throat and flower-like head.
[William Watson
[19] TOMORROW
’Tis so far fetch’d, this morrow, that I fear
’Twill be both very old and very dear.
Tomorrow I will live, the fool doth say,
Why e’en to-day’s too late, the wise lived yesterday.
[Anonymous
QUATRAIN
Fear not the menace of the By-and-by;
To-day is ours, tomorrow Fate must give;
Stretch out your hands and eat, although ye die—
Better to die than never once to live.
[Richard Hovey
[20] ON MODERN STATESMEN
Midas, they say, possess’d the art of old,
Of turning whatso’er he touch’d to gold. ”