O how far remov'd, Predestination! is thy foot from such As see not the First Cause entire: and ye, O mortal men! be wary how ye judge: For we, who see the Maker, know not yet The number of the chosen; and esteem Such scantiness of knowledge our delight: For all our good is, in that primal good, Concentrate; and God's will and ours are one. a. DANTE-Vision of Paradise. Canto XX. L. 122. The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric ever poured forth by the genius of man.

You'll be damn'd if you do,

You'll be damn'd if you don't.

c.

LORENZO Dow-Chain (Definition of
Calvinism).

And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private reason 'tis more just to curb,
Than by disputes the public peace disturb;
For points obscure are of small use to learn,
But common quiet is mankind's concern.
d. DRYDEN-Religio Laici. L. 445.

Go put your creed into your deed
Nor speak with double tongue.

e. EMERSON-Ode. Concord. July 4, 1857.

Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side

In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,

If he kneel not before the same altar with me?

From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?

No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this!

Live to explain thy doctrine by thy life.
j. PRIOR TO Dr. Sherlock. On his
Practical Discourse Concerning
Death.

As thou these ashes, little brook! will bear
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,
Into main ocean they, this deed accurst,
An emblem yields to friends and enemies
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified
By truth, shall spread throughout the world
dispersed.

k.

WORDSWORTH-Ecclesiastical Sketches. Pt. II. Wicliffe.

DOUBT.

The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.
p.
POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto V.
L. 73.

Fain would I but I dare not; I dare, and yet
I may not;

I may, although I care not for pleasure when I play not.

q.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH-A Lover's

Verses. But the gods are deadAy, Zeus is dead, and all the gods but Doubt, And Doubt is brother devil to Despair! r. JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY-Prometheus.

Christ.

But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.

8. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 24.

But yet, madam

I do not like "But yet," it does allay
The good precedence; fie upon "But yet;"
"But yet" is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor.