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THE CORAL GROVE.
THE CORAL GROVE. - Percival.
Deep in the wave is a coral grove,
A HAPPY LIFE. - Sir Henry Wotton.
How happy is he born and taught,
That serveth not another's will; Whose armor 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;
Who envies none that chance doth raise,
Nor vice; hath ever understood How deepest wounds are given by praise,
Nor rules of state, but rules of good;
Who hath his life from rumors 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 well-chosen book or friend.
This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise or fear to fall ;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
GOOD TEMPER. — VIRTUE.
KNOWLEDGE AND WISDOM. - Couper.
KNOWLEDGE and Wisdom, far from being one,
GOOD TEMPER. - More. SINCE trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs; Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease, And though but few can serve, yet all may please ; 0, let the ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence !
VIRTUE. – Old English Poetry.
The sturdy rock, for all his strength,
By raging seas is rent in twain;
With little drops of drizzling rain;
Yea, man himself, unto whose will
All things are bounden to obey,
Doth fade at length, and fall away.
But Virtue sits, triumphing still,
Upon the throne of glorious Fame;
Yet hurts he not his virtuous name.
CONSTANCY. - George Herbert.
Who is the honest man? He that doth still and strongly good pursue, To God, his neighbor, and himself, most true;
Whom neither force nor frowning can Unpin, or wrench from giving all their due.
Whose honesty is not
Who rides his sure and even trot,
Who, when great trials come,
All being brought into a sum,
TIMES GO BY TURNS.
Whom none can work or woo
His words, and works, and fashion, too,
Who never melts or thaws
The sun to others writeth laws
Who, when he is to treat With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway, Allows for that, and keeps his constant way;
Whom others' faults do not defeat, But, though men fail him, yet his part doth play.
Whom nothing can procure, When the wide world runs bias from his will, To writhe his limbs, and share, not mend, the ill.
This is the marksman, safe and sure, Who still is right and prays to be so still.
TIMES GO BY TURNS. - Southwell, born in 1560.
The loppéd tree in time may grow again,