sgggj,;. Quince — Jemptation, 
Ijflj'Sf me ! how many perils doe enfold 
f The righteous man, to make him daily fall, 
Were.not that heavenly grace doth him up- 
hold, 
And steadfast truth acquite him out of all. 
Sfenser, 
Could'st thou boast, O child of weakness! ■ 
O'er the sons of wrong and strife, 
Were their strong temptations planted 
In thy path of life? 
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John's )Vort—Mobility. 
‘fl>E noble ! and the nobleness that lies 
do In other men, sleeping, but never dead, 
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own. 
J. A’. Lowell, 
Better not to be at all 
Tennyson, 
