Footnotes

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight,

He can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

Pope: Essay on Man, epilogue iii. line 303.

[261:1] One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now.—Southey: The Doctor, chap. xxv. p. 1.

Loose his beard and hoary hair

Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.

Gray: The Bard, i. 2.

[261:3] See Bacon, page [167].

[262:1] Ravish'd with the whistling of a name.—Pope: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 281.

[262:2] Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.—Gray: Progress of Poesy, iii. 3, 4.

For he lives twice who can at once employ

The present well, and ev'n the past enjoy.

Pope: Imitation of Martial.

All the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep.[262:4]

Orthodoxe Paradoxes. (Third edition, 1650.) The Triumph of Assurance, p. 41.

They spare the rod, and spoyle the child.[262:5]

Mysteries and Revelations, p. 5. (1649.)