PATIENCE.

Be not too eager in the arduous chase;
Who pants for triumph seldom wins the race:
Venture not at all, but wisely hoard thy worth,
And let thy labours one by one go forth.

The Candidate.-G. CRABBE.

PATIENCE of Celestial Origin.

Celestial patience! how dost thou defeat
The foe's proud menace, and elude his hate!
While passion takes his part, betrays our peace,
To death and torture swells each slight disgrace;
By not opposing thou dost ills destroy,
And wear thy conquer'd sorrows into joy.

The Force of Religion, Book 1. Line 249.
EDWARD YOUNG.

PATIENCE in Labour and Tribulation.

I will labour not to be like a young colt first set to plough, who more tires himself out with his own untowardness (whipping himself with his misspent mettle) than with the weight of what he draws; and will labour to bear patiently what is imposed upon me.

Occasional Meditations, X.-THOMAS FULLER.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,

Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land!

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,

As home his footsteps he hath turned

From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentered all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

Lay of the Last Minstrel.-SCOTT.

PEACE-under what Circumstances Honourable.

Is not peace the end of arms?

Not where the cause implies a general conquest;
Had we a difference with some petty isle,
Or with our neighbours, lady, for our land-marks,
The taking in of some rebellious lord,

Or making head against commotions,

After a day of blood, peace might be argued;
But where we grapple for the ground we live on,
The liberty we hold as dear as life,

The gods we worship, and, next those, our honours,
And with those swords that know no end of battle,
Those men, beside themselves, allow no neighbour,
Those minds, that where the day is, claim inheritance,
And where the sun makes ripe the fruits, their harvest,

And where they march, but measure out more ground
To add to Rome, and here i' th' bowels on us,
It must not be. No; as they are our foes,
And those that must be so until we tire 'em ;
Let's use the peace of honour, that's fair dealing,
But in our hands our swords. That hardy Roman
That hopes to graft himself into my stock,
Must first begin his kindred under-ground,
And be allied in ashes.

Bonduca, Act I. Scene I. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.

PERSEVERANCE. Value of

Perseverance merits neither blame nor praise; it is only the duration of our inclinations and sentiments, which we can neither create nor extinguish.

Maxims, CCCXL.-ROCHEFOUCAULT.

PHILOSOPHY. The Teaching of

All that philosophy can teach is to be stubborn or sullen under misfortunes. The Bee, No. II.-GOLDSMITH.

PHILOSOPHY and RELIGION.

Of all the weaknesses which little men rail against, there is none that they are more apt to ridicule than the tendency to believe. And of all the signs of a corrupt heart and a feeble head, the tendency of incredulity is the surest. Real philosophy seeks rather to solve than to deny. While we hear, every day, the small pretenders to science talk of the absurdities of Alchemy, and the dream of the Philosopher's Stone, a more erudite

knowledge is aware that by Alchemists the greatest discoveries in science have been made, and much which still seems abstruse, had we the key to the mystic phraseology they were compelled to adopt, might open the way to yet more noble acquisitions. The Philosopher's Stone itself has seemed no visionary chimera to some of the soundest chemists that even the present century has produced. Zanoni, Book II. Chap. VI.

PHYSICIAN.

The true

E. B. LYTTON.

Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste;
I run to death, and death meets me as fast,
And all my pleasures are like yesterday.
I dare not move my dim eyes any way;
Despair behind, and death before doth cast
Such terror, and my feeble flesh doth waste
By sin in it, which it towards hell doth weigh;
Only thou art above, and when towards thee
By thy leave I can look, I rise again :
But our old subtle foe so tempteth me,
That not one hour myself I can sustain ;
Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art
And thou like adamant draw mine iron heart.
Holy Sonnets, I.-JOHN DONNE.

PITY. Analysis of

Pity is imagination or fiction of future calamity to ourselves, proceeding from the sense of another man's

calamity. But when it lighteth on such as we think have not deserved the same, the compassion is greater, because then there appeareth more probability that the same may happen to us; for the evil that happeneth to an innocent man may happen to every man. But when we see a man suffer for great crimes, which we cannot easily think will fall upon ourselves, the pity is the less. And therefore men are apt to pity those whom they love; for whom they love they think worthy of good, and therefore not worthy of calamity.

PLACE.

Treatise on Human Nature.-THOMAS HOBBES.

All rising to great place is by a winding stair; and if there be factions, it is good to side a man's self whilst he is in the rising, and to balance himself when he is placed.

PLEASURE.

Essay on Great Place.-LORD BACON.

Slavishness to

The world's a bubble; all the pleasures in it,
Like morning vapours, vanish in a minute;
The vapours vanish, and the bubble's broke;
A slave to pleasure is a slave to smoke.

Emblems, Book II. 4.-FRANCIS QUARLES.

PLEASURE always mingled with woe.
From the first dawn of reason in the mind,
Man is foredoom'd the thorns of grief to find;
At every step has further cause to know,
The draught of pleasure still is dash'd with woe.

Childhood: A Poem. Part II.-H. K. WHITE.