Sighs
  Which perfect Joy, perplexed for utterance,
  Stole from her sister Sorrow.
The Gardener’s Daughter.  A. TENNYSON.

SILENCE.

Three Silences there are:  the first of speech,
The second of desire, the third of thought.
The Three Silences of Molinos.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

  Stillborn silence! thou that art
  Flood-gate of the deeper heart!
Silence.  R. FLECKNOE

  And silence, like a poultice, comes
    To heal the blows of sound.
The Music Grinder.  O.W.  HOLMES.

Silence in love betrays more woe
Than words, though ne’er so witty;
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
The Silent Lover.  SIR W. RALEIGH.

Shallow brooks murmur moste,
deepe silent slide away.
The Arcadia, Thirsis and Dorus.  SIR PH.  SIDNEY.

                  What, gone without a word? 
  Aye, so true love should do:  it cannot speak;
  For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

The rest is silence.
Hamlet, Act v.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

SIN.

  Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
  The righteous man, to make him daily fall.
Faerie Queene, Bk.  I.  E. SPENSER.

  There is a method in man’s wickedness,
  It grows up by degrees.
A King and no King, Act v.  Sc. 4.  BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

Where is the man who has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
The Bridal of Triermain, Canto I.  SIR W. SCOTT.

I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.
Metamorphoses, VII. 20.  OVID. Trans. of TATE AND STONESTREET.

                     I am a man
  More sinned against than sinning.
King Lear, Act iii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

The good he scorned
Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or, if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.
The Grave, Pt.  II.  R. BLAIR.

Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein,
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.
Sin.  F. VON LOGAU. Trans. of LONGFELLOW.

  O, what authority and show of truth
  Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.
Missionary Hymn.  BISHOP R. HEBER.

And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Divine Songs.  DR. I. WATTS.

                          Commit
  The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
Henry IV., Pt.  II.  Act iv.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.