Till Peter’s keys some christened Jove adorn,
  And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.
The Dunciad, Bk.  III.  A. POPE.

  Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
  That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
Don Juan, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

  To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
  Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
Moral Essays, Epistle IV.  A. POPE.

Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers.  LORD BYRON.

  So shall they build me altars in their zeal,
  Where knaves shall minister, and fools shall kneel: 
  Where faith may mutter o’er her mystic spell,
  Written in blood—­and Bigotry may swell
  The sail he spreads for Heaven with blast from hell!
Lalla Rookh:  The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.  T. MOORE.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. Childe Harold, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

  When pious frauds and holy shifts
  Are dispensations and gifts.
Hudibras, Pt.  I. Canto III.  S. BUTLER.

  Yes,—­rather plunge me back in pagan night,
  And take my chance with Socrates for bliss,
  Than be the Christian of a faith like this,
  Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway,
  And in a convert mourns to lose a prey.
Intolerance.  T. MOORE.

  And after hearing what our Church can say,
  If still our reason runs another way,
  That private reason ’tis more just to curb,
  Than by disputes the public peace disturb;
  For points obscure are of small use to learn,
  But common quiet is mankind’s concern.
Religio Laici.  J. DRYDEN.

ETERNITY.

  The time will come when every change shall cease,
  This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: 
  No summer then shall glow, nor winter freeze;
  Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past,
  But an eternal now shall ever last.
The Triumph of Eternity.  PETRARCH.

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

  This speck of life in time’s great wilderness,
  This narrow isthmus ’twixt two boundless seas,
  The past, the future, two eternities!
Lalla Rookh; The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.  T. MOORE.

  And can eternity belong to me,
  Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
Night Thoughts, Night I.  DR. E. YOUNG.

’Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
’Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And indicates eternity to man.
Cato, Act v.  Sc.  I.  J. ADDISON.

EVENING.

                       Sweet the coming on
  Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
  With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
  And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  IV.  MILTON.