Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
  Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
The Spanish Friar, Act v.  Sc. 2.  J. DRYDEN.

  Just are the ways of Heaven; from Heaven proceed
  The woes of man; Heaven doomed the Greeks to bleed.
Odyssey, Bk.  VIII.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

  In man’s most dark extremity
    Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
The Lord of the Isles, Canto I.  SIR W. SCOTT.

  The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
  Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
To an Afflicted Protestant Lady.  W. COWPER.

  Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish—­
  Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Sacred Songs:  Come, ye Disconsolate.  T. MOORE.

HELL.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here. Inferno, Canto III.  DANTE.

Which way shall I fly,
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? 
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  IV.  MILTON.

Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  II.  MILTON.

Nor from hell
One step no more than from himself can fly
By change of place.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  IV.  MILTON.

When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Faustus.  C. MARLOWE.

HELP.

  Heav’n forming each on other to depend,
  A master, or a servant, or a friend,
  Bids each on other for assistance call,
  Till one man’s weakness grows the strength of all.
Essay on Man, Epistle II.  A. POPE.

Small service is true service while it lasts: 
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: 
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.
In a Child’s Album.  W. WORDSWORTH.

            What’s gone and what’s past help
  Should be past grief.
The Winter’s Tale.  Act iii.  Sc.2.  SHAKESPEARE.

Help thyself, and God will help thee. Jaculata Prudentum.  G. HERBERT.

HEROISM.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
Festus:  Proem.  P.J.  BAILEY.

  The hero is not fed on sweets,
  Daily his own heart he eats;
  Chambers of the great are jails,
  And head-winds right for royal sails.
Essays:  Heroism.  R.W.  EMERSON.

  Unbounded courage and compassion joined,
  Tempering each other in the victor’s mind,
  Alternately proclaim him good and great,
  And make the hero and the man complete.
The Campaign.  J. Addison.