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Page 196 - Let as many servants as are under the yoke count their own masters worthy of all honour, that the name of God and his doctrine be not blasphemed. And they that have believing masters, let them not despise them, because they are brethren ; but rather do them service, because they are faithful and beloved, partakers of the benefit.
Page 36 - So that if the invention of the ship was thought so noble, which carrieth riches and commodities from place to place, and consociateth the most remote regions in participation of their fruits, how much more are letters to be magnified, which as ships pass through the vast seas of time, and make ages so distant to participate of the wisdom, illuminations, and inventions, the one of the other?
Page 34 - ... as if there were sought in knowledge a couch whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit, or a terrace for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect, or a tower of state for a proud mind to raise itself upon, or a fort or commanding ground for strife and contention, or a shop for profit and sale ; and not a rich store-house for the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate.
Page 164 - Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Page 10 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils...
Page 35 - For if a man's mind be deeply seasoned with the consideration of the mortality and corruptible nature of things, he will easily concur with Epictetus, who went forth one day and saw a woman weeping for her pitcher of earth that was broken, and went forth the next day and saw a woman weeping for her son that was dead, and thereupon said, Heri vidi fragilem frangi, hodie vidi mortalem mori.
Page 370 - I treasure in my vision, Florence Vane. Thou wast lovelier than the roses In their prime; Thy voice excelled the closes Of sweetest rhyme; Thy heart was as a river Without a main. Would I had loved thee never, Florence Vane! But, fairest, coldest wonder! Thy glorious clay Lieth the green sod under — Alas, the day! And it boots not to remember Thy disdain, To quicken love's pale ember, Florence Vane. The lilies of the valley By young graves weep; The daisies love to dally Where maidens sleep. May...
Page 370 - I loved thee long and dearly, Florence Vane, My life's bright dream and early. Hath come again ; I renew in my fond vision, My heart's dear pain — My hope, and thy derision, Florence Vane. " The ruin lone, and hoary, The ruin old, Where thou did'st hark my story At even told — That spot, the hues Elysian Of sky and plain, I treasure in my vision, Florence Vane : " Thou wast lovelier than the roses In their prime, Thy voice excelled the closes Of sweetest rhyme.