6. Let earth dissolve-yon ponderous orb descend, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 7. When nature ceases, thou shalt still remain, 8. The soul, secure in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point: The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds! TICKELL. ADDISON'S Cato. 9. It must be so: Plato, thou reasonest well: Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror 10. The soul on earth is an immortal guest, Compell'd to starve at an unreal feast; ADDISON'S Cato. A spark which upward tends by nature's force; A pilgrim, panting for the rest to come; HANNAH MORE. 338 IMMORTALITY - IMPATIENCE, &c. 11. Cold in the dust this perish'd heart may lie, But that which warm'd it once shall never die. CAMPBELL. 12. But I have liv'd, and have not liv'd in vain : 13. Immortality o'ersweeps All pains, all tears, all time, all fears-and peals 66 14. A voice within us speaks that startling word— BYRON. R. H. DANA. IMPATIENCE-PATIENCE. 1. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, 2. For there was never yet philosopher, That could endure the tooth-ache patiently. 3. How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 4. That which in mean men we entitle patience, Is pale, cold cowardice in noble breasts. 5. So tedious is this day, SHAKSPEARE. 6. As is the night before some festival To an impatient child, that hath new robes, Patience! preach it to the winds; To roaring seas, or raging fires! The knaves SHAKSPEARE. That teach it, laugh at you when you believe them. 7. O ye cold-hearted, frozen formalists! YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 8. Patience and resignation are the pillars Of human peace on earth. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 9. But patience is the virtue of an ass, LORD LANSDOWNE. 10. Oh! how impatience gains upon the soul, MRS. TIGHE'S Psyche. 1. A prison! heavens,-I loathe the hated name, TOM BROWN. 340 IMPRISONMENT-PRISON, &c. 2. A prison is in all things like a grave, Where we no better privileges have Than dead men; nor so good. BISHOP KING. 3. They say this is the dwelling of distress, 4. Look on him-through his dungeon-grate, His hand upholds his drooping head- BELLER. J. G. WHITTIER. 5. What has the grey-hair'd prisoner done? God made the old man poor! J. G. WHITTIER. 6. High walls and huge the body may confine, And vigilant keepers watch his devious ways: And in a flash from earth to heaven it goes! 7. Conceive a crowd of wretched men, Through their barr'd windows they can see Its cares and struggles, toil and strife. 8. Yet prisons-though it is too true They're evils-still are blessings too; J. T. WATSON. J. T. WATSON. IMPUDENCE. 1. He that has but impudence, BUTLER'S Hudibras. 2. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. 3. To glory some advance a lying claim, ROSCOMMON. Thieves of renown, and pilferers of fame; 4. With that dull, rooted, callous impudence, Which, dead to shame, and every nicer sense, YOUNG. CHURCHILL. |