206 THE CORAL GROVE. THE CORAL GROVE.- Percival. DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, Where the purple mullet and gold-fish rove; Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow; For the winds and the waves are absent there, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea; Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful spirit of storms The purple mullet and gold-fish rove Through the bending twigs of the coral grove. A HAPPY LIFE. 207 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; Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, How deepest wounds are given by praise, Who hath his life from rumors freed; Who God doth late and early pray With a well-chosen book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands 208 GOOD TEMPER.- VIRTUE. KNOWLEDGE AND WISDOM. - Cowper. KNOWLEDGE and Wisdom, far from being one, Have oft times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom, in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude, unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which Wisdom builds, Till smoothed, and squared, and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich! Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much, Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. GOOD TEMPER.- More. SINCE trifles make the sum of human things, THE sturdy rock, for all his strength, CONSTANCY. Yea, man himself, unto whose will Doth fade at length, and fall away. But Virtue sits, triumphing still, Upon the throne of glorious Fame; 209 CONSTANCY.-George Herbert. WHO is the honest man? He that doth still and strongly good pursue, Whose honesty is not So loose or easy, that a ruffling wind While the world now rides by, now lags behind. Who, when great trials come, Nor seeks nor shuns them; but doth calmly stay What place or person calls for, he doth pay. 210 TIMES GO BY TURNS. Whom none can work or woo To use in anything a trick or sleight; His words, and works, and fashion, too, Who never melts or thaws At close temptations! when the day is done. And is their virtue; virtue is his sun. 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, TIMES GO BY TURNS. - Southwell, born in 1560. THE loppéd tree in time may grow again, |