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Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,

We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold; For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking: "Tis heaven alone that is given away, "Tis only God may be had for the asking, No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. j. LOWELL-The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Pt. I.

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Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.

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I own the soft impeachment.

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Self-trust is the essence of heroism.

k. EMERSON-Essay. On Heroism. The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue; and no genius can long or often utter anything which is not invited and gladly entertained by men around him. 1. EMERSON Race.

Trust men, and they will be true to you; treat them greatly, and they will show themselves great.

m. EMERSON-Essay. On Prudence. In tracing the shade, I shall find out the sun. Trust to me!

R.

OWEN MEREDITH-Lucile. Pt. II.
Canto VI. St. 15.

Though Wisdom wake, Suspicion sleeps
At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity
Resigns her charge, while Goodness thinks
no ill

Where no ill seems.

0. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. III. Line 686.

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Nor ear can hear, nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
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BYRON-The Giaour. Line 748.
There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self condemn'd
He deals on his own soul.

y. BYRON-Manfred. Act III. Sc. 1. Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din;

Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God. BYRON-The Island. Canto I.

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St. 6.

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