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Things will work to ends the slaves o' the world
The Borderers (Oswald),
If solid happiness we prize,
Are often those of whom the noisy world
Trust not the world, for it never payeth that it promiseth.
A good man and a wise man may at times be angry with the world, at times grieved for it; but be sure no man was ever discontented with the world who did his duty in it.
The world is all title-page without contents.
Once kick the world, and the world and you live together at a reasonable good understanding. —Swift.
The great see the world at one end by flattery, the little at the other end by neglect; the meanness which both discover is the same; but how different, alas! are the mediums through which it is seen!
Whoever has seen the masked at a ball dance amicably together, and take hold of hands without knowing each other, leaving the next moment to meet no more, can form an idea of the world. -Vauvenargues.
The world is deceitful; her end is doubtful, her conclusion is horrible, her judge is terrible, and her judgment is intolerable.
O Happy Childhood, free from taint of sin!
-J. C. H.
A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought-what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own. In prayer, how earnest; in joy, how sparkling; in sympathy, how tender! The man who never tried the companionship of a little child has carelessly passed by one of the great pleasures of life, as one passes a rare flower without plucking it or knowing its value.
They are idols of hearts and of households;
Oh, those truants from home and from heaven,
The smallest children are nearest to God, as the smallest planets are nearest the sun.
I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.
If a boy is not trained to endure and to bear trouble, he will grow up a girl; and a boy that is a girl has all a girl's weakness without any of her regal qualities. A woman made out of a woman is God's noblest work; a woman made out of a man is His meanest.
Children are the keys of Paradise.
* * * They alone are good and wise, Because their thoughts, their very lives are
Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself,
Virtue best loves those children that she beats. -Herrick. Hesperides, 822.
Which are the children of an idle brain Begot of nothing but vain phantasy. -Shakspere. Romeo and Juliet (Mercutio), Act I., Sc. IV.
Men are but children of a larger growth;
Unruly children make their sire stoop.
(We need love's tender lesson taught
- Whittier. A Mystery.
Love feasts on toys,
For Cupid is a child.
The Broken Heart (Nearchus),
The plays of natural lively children are the infancy of art. Children live in a world of imagination and feeling. They invest the most insignificant object with any form they please and see in it whatever they wish to see.