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Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
The price never stood in the way of her inclination.
The price never stood in the way of her inclination.
Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it.
Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it.
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.
Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
He who has enough for his wants should desire nothing more.
He who has enough for his wants should desire nothing more.
