Footnotes

[263:1] Bishop of Peterborough, 1663.

But felt through all this fleshly dress

Bright shoots of everlastingness.

The Retreat.

I see them walking in an air of glory

Whose light doth trample on my days,—

[[264]]My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,

Mere glimmering and decays.

They are all gone.

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!

Shining nowhere but in the dark;

What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,

Could man outlook that mark!

They are all gone.

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams

Call to the soul when man doth sleep,

So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,

And into glory peep.

They are all gone.

Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch

At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;

Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch

Till the white-wing'd reapers come!

The Seed growing secretly.

Manus haec inimica tyrannis

Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem.[264:1]

From the Life and Memoirs of Algernon Sidney.

Liars ought to have good memories.[264:2]

Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xv.

Men lived like fishes; the great ones devoured the small.[264:3]

Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xviii.

God helps those who help themselves.[265:1]

Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii.

It is not necessary to light a candle to the sun.[265:2]

Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii.