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Page 181 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 388 - Who is like unto the LORD our GOD, that hath his dwelling so high, and yet humbleth himself to behold the things that are in heaven and earth ? 6 He taketh up the simple out of the dust, and lifteth the poor out of the mire ; 7 That he may set him with the princes, even with the princes of his people.
Page 181 - how the world wags: Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 182 - I should like to be buried there ; and let me beg of you, as you value your old friend, not to suffer any pomp to be used at my funeral ; nor any monument, nor monumental inscription whatsoever, to mark where I am laid : but lay me quietly in the earth, place a sun-dial over my grave, and let me be forgotten.
Page 107 - Far as the eye could reach, no tree was seen, Earth, clad in russet, scorn'd the lively green. The plague of locusts they secure defy, For in three hours a grasshopper must die. No living thing, whate'er its food, feasts there, But the Cameleon, who can feast on air.
Page 382 - Thrawn Janet" has two defects; "it is true only historically, true for a hill parish in Scotland in old days, not true for mankind and the world.
Page 430 - The first men that our Saviour dear Did choose to wait upon him here, Blest fishers were, and fish the last Food was that he on earth did taste. I therefore strive to follow those, Whom he to follow him hath chose.