A time to work, a time to pray
And then the quiet night.

And then, please God, a quiet night

Where palms are green, and robes are white
A long drawn breath, a balm for sorrow,
And all things lovely on the morrow.

Christina G. Rossetti.

Ah, Dismal-Soul'd!

The winds of heaven blew, the ocean roll'd
It's gathering waves-ye felt it not. The blue
Bared its eternal bosom, and the dew

Of summer night collected still to make
The morning precious: Beauty—was awake!
Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead
To things ye knew not of.

From "Sleep and Poetry,"-Keats.

Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know
The woman's cause is man's; they rise or sink
Together, dwarf'd or godlike, bond or free.

For woman is not undevelopt man,

But diverse. Could we make her as the man,
Sweet Love were slain; his dearest bond is this,
Not like to like, but like in difference.

Yet in the long years liker must they grow;

The man be more of woman, she of man;

He gain in sweetness and in moral height,

Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;

She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care,
Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind;
Till at the last she set herself to man,
Like perfect music unto noble words;

And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time,
Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers,
Dispensing harvest, sowing the to-be.

... One

Not learned, save in gracious household ways,
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants,
No angel, but a dearer being, all dipt
In angel instincts, breathing Paradise,
Interpreter between the gods and men,
Who look'd all native to her place, and yet
On tiptoe seem'd to touch upon a sphere

Too gross to tread, and all the male minds perforce
Sway'd to her from their orbits as they moved,

And girdled her with music. Happy he

With such a mother!

From "The Princess"-Tennyson.

Matthew Arnold's tribute to his schoolmaster

father:

Thou would'st not alone

Be saved, my father! alone
Conquer and come to thy goal,
Leaving the rest in the wild.
We were weary, and we
Fearful, and we in our march
Fain to drop down and to die.
Still thou turnedst, and still
Beckonedst the trembler, and still
Gave the weary thy hand.

If, in the paths of the world,
Stones might have wounded thy feet,
Toil or dejection have tried
Thy spirit, of that we saw
Nothing-to us thou wast still
Cheerful, and helpful, and firm!
Therefore to thee it was given
Many to save with thy self;
And, at the end of the day,
O faithful shepherd! to come
Bringing thy sheep in thy hand.

A lovelier gentleman-the spacious world cannot again afford.

-King Richard III, I, 2.

He hath a daily beauty in his life.

-Othello, V, I.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading.

-King Henry VIII, IV, 2.

My father's honors live in me.

-Titus Andronicus, I, 1.

Never man sigh'd truer breath.

-Coriolanus, IV, 5.

He wears the rose of youth upon him.
-Anthony and Cleopatra, III, 13.

The most noble mother in the world.

-Coriolanus, V, 3.

The world hath not a sweeter creature.

-Othello, IV, 1.

The worst is not so long as we can say 'This is the worst."

-King Lear, IV, 1.

We are such stuff

As dreams are made of, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

-The Tempest, IV, 1.

Alas, poor world, what a treasure hast thou lost.

-Venus and Adonis.

More scars of sorrow in his heart than foeman's marks

upon his batter'd shield.

-Titus Andronicus, IV, 1.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

-Julius Cæsar, II, 2.

And her immortal part with angels lives.

-Romeo and Juliet, V, 1.

Speak me fair in death.

-Merchant of Venice, IV, 1.

And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars.

-Titus Andronicus, I, 1.

A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears.
-The Two Gentlemen of Verona, III, 1.

Weep I cannot, but my heart bleeds.

-The Winter's Tale, III, 3.

From a heart as full of sorrows as the sea of sands.
-The Two Gentlemen of Verona, IV, 3.

Come what may time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

-Macbeth, I, 3.

A heavy heart bars not a nimble tongue.

-Love's Labours Lost, V, 2.

His life was gentle, and the elements

So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

-Julius Cæsar, V, 5.

Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels trumpet-tongu'd against
The deep damnation of his taking-off.

-Macbeth, I, 7.

Por. You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand,

Such as I am: though for myself alone

I would not be ambitious in my wish,

To wish myself much better; yet, for you

I would be trebled twenty times myself;

A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times
More rich;

That only to stand high in your account,

I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,

Exceed account.

-Merchant of Venice, III, 2.