“Am I not an apostle? am I not free? have I not seen Jesus Christ our Lord? are not ye my work in the Lord? If I be not an apostle unto others, yet doubtless I am to you; for the seal of mine apostleship are ye in the Lord.”—1 Cor., ix, 1, 2.
“Not to insist upon this, it is evident, that formality is a term of general import. It implies, that in religious exercises of all kinds the outward and [the] inward man are at diametrical variance.”—Chapman’s Sermons to Presbyterians, p. 354.
LESSON V.—VERSE.
“See the sole bliss Heaven could on all bestow, Which who but feels, can taste, but thinks, can know; Yet, poor with fortune, and with learning blind, The bad must miss, the good, untaught, will find.”—Pope.
“There are, who,
deaf to mad Ambition’s call,
Would shrink to hear th’
obstreperous trump of fame;
Supremely blest, if
to their portion fall
Health, competence, and peace.”—Beattie.
“High stations tumult,
but not bliss, create;
None think the great
unhappy, but the great.
Fools gaze and envy:
envy darts a sting,
Which makes a swain as wretched
as a king.”—Young.
“Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains; and, ye valleys, rise; With heads declin’d, ye cedars, homage pay; Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid floods, give way.”—Pope.
“Amid the forms which this full world presents Like rivals to his choice, what human breast E’er doubts, before the transient and minute, To prize the vast, the stable, and sublime?”—Akenside.
“Now fears in dire vicissitude invade; The rustling brake alarms, and quiv’ring shade: Nor light nor darkness brings his pain relief; One shows the plunder, and one hides the thief.”—Johnson.
“If Merab’s choice
could have complied with mine,
Merab, my elder comfort, had
been thine:
And hers, at last,
should have with mine complied,
Had I not thine and
Michael’s heart descried.”—Cowley.
“The people have as much a negative voice To hinder making war without their choice, As kings of making laws in parliament: ‘No money’ is as good as ‘No assent.’”—Butler.
“Full many a gem
of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom’d
caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower
is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on
the desert air.”—Gray.