Sweet Phosphor, bring the day;
Light will repay
The wrongs of night;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Emblems, Bk. I. F. QUARLES.
At whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminished heads.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
Nor sink those stars in empty night,—
They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
Issues of Life and Death. J. MONTGOMERY.
STATECRAFT.
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state;
An hour may lay it in the dust.
Childe Harold, Canto II. LORD BYRON.
Who's in or out, who moves this grand machine,
Nor stirs my curiosity nor spleen:
Secrets of state no more I wish to know
Than secret movements of a puppet show:
Let but the puppets move, I've my desire,
Unseen the hand which guides the master wire.
Night. C. CHURCHILL.
Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. II. J. DRYDEN.
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.
In Memoriam, LXIII. A. TENNYSON.
And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.
To the Queen. A. TENNYSON.
What should it be, that thus their faith can bind?
The power of Thought—the magic of the Mind!
Linked with success, assumed and kept with skill.
That moulds another's weakness to its will.
The Corsair. LORD BYRON.