PREACHING.

  I venerate the man whose heart is warm,
  Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life,
  Coincident, exhibit lucid proof
  That he is honest in the sacred cause.
The Task, Bk.  II.  W. COWPER.

  God preaches, a noted clergyman,
  And the sermon is never long;
  So instead of getting to heaven at last,
  I’m going all along.
A Service of Song.  E. DICKINSON.

  Skilful alike with tongue and pen,
  He preached to all men everywhere
  The Gospel of the Golden Rule,
  The new Commandment given to men,
  Thinking the deed, and not the creed,
  Would help us in our utmost need.
Tales of a Wayside Inn:  Prelude.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

  Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind. 
  And, while they captivate, inform the mind.
Hope.  W. COWPER.

  The gracious dew of pulpit eloquence,
  And all the well-whipped cream of courtly sense.
Satires:  Epilogues, Dialogue I.  A. POPE.

  The lilies say:  Behold how we
  Preach without words of purity.
Consider the Lilies of the Field.  C.G.  ROSSETTI.

  Sow in the morn thy seed,
    At eve hold not thy hand;
  To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
    Broadcast it o’er the land.
The Field of the World.  J. MONTGOMERY.

  His preaching much, but more his practice wrought—­
  A living sermon of the truths he taught.
Character of a Good Parson.  J. DRYDEN.

  I preached as never sure to preach again,
  And as a dying man to dying men.
Love breathing Thanks and Praise.  R. BAXTER.

PRESENT, THE.

  Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
  ’Twixt two unbounded seas I stand.
Hymn.  C. WESLEY.

  This narrow isthmus ’twixt two boundless seas,
  The past, the future, two eternities!
Lalla Rookh:  The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. 
  T. MOORE.

  Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate,
  All but the page prescribed, their present state.
Essay on Man, Epistle I.  A. POPE.

  Happy the man, and happy he alone,
    He who can call to-day his own: 
    He who, secure within, can say,
  To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.
Imitation of Horace, Bk.  I. Ode 29.  J. DRYDEN.

  Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
  To-morrow’s sun to thee may never rise.
Letter to Cobham.  W. CONGREVE.

  Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
  But an eternal Now does always last.
Davideis, Vol.  I. Bk.  I.  A. COWLEY.

PRIDE.

Pride like an eagle builds amid the stars. Night Thoughts, Night V.  DR. E. YOUNG.

       Why, who cries out on pride,
  That can therein tax any private party? 
  Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea?
As You Like It, Act ii.  Sc. 7.  SHAKESPEARE.