I know myself now; and I feel within me
  A peace above all earthly dignities;
  A still and quiet conscience.
K.  Henry VIII., Act iii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  A quiet conscience makes one so serene! 
  Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
  That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
Don Juan, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

  All is, if I have grace to use it so,
  As ever in my Great Task-Master’s eye.
On being arrived at his Three-and-Twentieth Year.  MILTON.

  And sure the eternal Master found
    His single talent well employed.
Verses on Robert Levet.  DR. S. JOHNSON.

CONSOLATION.

  With silence only as their benediction,
      God’s angels come
  Where in the shadow of a great affliction,
      The soul sits dumb!
To my Friend on the Death of his Sister. 
  J.G.  WHITTIER.

  And, as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler,
  Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Evangeline.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

  Sprinkled along the waste of years
  Full many a soft green isle appears: 
  Pause where we may upon the desert road,
  Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
The Christian Year.  The First Sunday in Advent. 
  J. KEBLE.

O weary hearts!  O slumbering eyes! 
O drooping souls, whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again.
Endymion.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

             Love is indestructible: 
    Its holy flame forever burneth: 
  From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth;

* * * * *

It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of Love is there.
Curse of Kehama, Canto X.  R. SOUTHEY.

CONSTANCY.

                             O heaven! were man
  But constant, he were perfect.  That one error
  Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins: 
  Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act v.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

They sin who tell us Love can die: 
With Life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
Curse of Kehama, Canto X.  R. SOUTHEY.

  Doubt thou the stars are fire,
    Doubt that the sun doth move;
  Doubt truth to be a liar. 
    But never doubt I love.
Hamlet, Act ii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  When love begins to sicken and decay,
  It useth an enforced ceremony. 
  There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Julius Caesar, Act iv.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

You say to me-wards your affection’s strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Love me little, love me long.  R. HERRICK.