As hope and fear alternate chase
  Our course through life’s uncertain race.
Rokeby, Canto VI.  SIR W. SCOTT.

  This world is not for aye, nor ’t is not strange
  That even our loves should with our fortunes change.
Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

          Man’s wretched state,
  That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
Faerie Queene, Bk.  III.  Canto IX.  E. SPENSER.

  Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
  Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: 
  O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
  Should patch a wall to expel the winter’s flaw!
Hamlet, Act v.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  The seed ye sow, another reaps;
  The wealth ye find, another keeps;
  The robes ye weave, another wears;
  The arms ye forge, another bears.
To Men of England.  P.B.  SHELLEY.

  The flower that smiles to-day
    To-morrow dies;
  All that we wish to stay
    Tempts and then flies: 
  What is this world’s delight? 
  Lightning that mocks the night,
  Brief even as bright.
Mutability.  P.B.  SHELLEY.

  Sometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather
    Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams;
  Somewhere above us, in elusive ether,
    Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
Ad Amicos.  B. TAYLOR.

CHARITY.

  The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
  The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless,
  Are scattered at the feet of man, like flowers.
The Excursion, Bk.  IX.  W. WORDSWORTH.

  ’Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
  Of Faith, and round the sufferer’s temples bind
  Wreaths that endure affliction’s heaviest shower,
  And do not shrink from sorrow’s keenest wind.
Sonnet XXXV.  W. WORDSWORTH.

  Who will not mercie unto others show,
  How can he mercie ever hope to have?
Faerie Queene, Bk.  VI.  E. SPENSER.

  Whene’er I take my walks abroad,
    How many poor I see! 
  What shall I render to my God
    For all his gifts to me?
Divine Songs.  DR. T. WATTS.

  In Faith and Hope the world will disagree,
  But all mankind’s concern is charity.
Essays on Man, Epistle III.  A. POPE.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. Epilogue to Satires, Dial.  I.  A. POPE.

True charity makes others’ wants their own. Poor Man’s Comfort.  R. DABORNE.

  He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
  Open as day for melting charity.
King Henry IV., Pt.  II.  Act iv. Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

  O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
    Peal soon that Easter morn
  When Christ for all shall risen be,
    And in all hearts new-born! 
  That Pentecost when utterance clear
    To all men shall be given. 
  When all shall say My Brother here,
    And hear My Son in heaven!
Godminster Chimes.  J.R.  LOWELL.