Thou must chain thy passions down;
Well to serve, but ill to sway,
Like the fire, they must obey.
They are good, in subject state,
To strengthen, warm, and animate;
But if once we let them reign,
They sweep with desolating train,
'Till they but leave a hated name,
A ruined soul, and blackened fame.
ELIZA COOK.

Strong passions, like to storms, Soon rage themselves to rest, Or leave a desolated calm,

A worn and wasted breast.

BAILEY.

The blossoms of passion,

Gay and luxuriant flowers, are brighter and fuller of fragrance,

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He bore his great commission in his look; But sweetly tempered awe, and softened all he spoke.

He preached the joys of heaven and pains of hell,

And warned the sinner with becoming zeal,
But on eternal mercy loved to dwell.

DRYDEN.

Not of reproach imperious or malign,
But in his teaching soothing and benign;
To draw them on to heaven, by reason fair
And good example, was his daily care.
But were there one perverse and obstinate,
Were he of lofty or of low estate,

Him would he sharply with reproof astound.
CHAUCER.

The proud he tamed, the penitent he cheered, Nor to rebuke the rich offender feared.

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But in his duty prompt at every call,

He that negotiates between God and man,

Than moonlight dews, or morning's rosy beam;

Or who may guide

O'er desert plains,

Thy loved yet sinful people wandering wide,
If Aaron's hand unshrinking mould
An idol form of earthly gold?

KEBLE.

And listening angels hush their harps to hear. C. H. JOHNSON.

How beautiful it is for man to die
Upon the walls of Zion! to be called
Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel,
To put his armor off, and rest in heaven!
WILLIS.

PATIENCE.

Patience! why, 'tis the soul of peace; Of all the virtues, 'tis the nearest kin to heaven:

It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit. DEKKER.

Wisdom, the antidote of sad despair,
Makes sharp afflictions seem not as they are,
Through patient sufferance; and doth appre-
hend,

Not as they seeming are, but as they end.
QUARLES.

Give me care, By thankful patience, to prevent despair. QUARLES.

Christians by patience win a better crown Than all the bloody conquerors' renown.

BAXTER.

Like some well-fashioned arch thy patience stood,

All my life I still have found, and I will forget it never,

Every sorrow hath its bound, and no cross endures forever.

After all the winter's snows, comes sweet summer back again;

Patient souls ne'er wait in vain, joy is given for all their woes.

All things else have but their day,
God's love only lasts for aye.

From the German of GERHARDT.

load.

He is one to whom

GOLDSMITH.

Long patience hath such mild composure given,

calmly on,

For I know the last is best when the crown of joy is won.

In thy might all things I bear, in thy love find bitters sweet,

And swelling commerce opens all her ports; Blest be the Man divine who gives us thee!