A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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And folly’s gay pursuits were o’er,

And I could sing and dance no more,

Oh! then I thought bow sad ’twould be

Were only this world made for me.

Princess Amelia.

Virtue, for ever frail as fair below,

Her tender nature suffers in the crowd,

Nor touches on the world without a stain;

The world’s infectious.

Young.