* * * * *

Avaunt! and quit my sight.  Let the earth hide thee! 
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with!

* * * * *

                        Hence, horrible shadow! 
  Unreal mockery, hence!
Macbeth, Act iii.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

GLORY.

   Glory is like a circle in the water,
   Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
   Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Henry VI., Pt.  I. Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

   Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
   But looked to near have neither heat nor light.
The White Devil, Act v.  Sc. 1.  J. WEBSTER.

   We rise in glory, as we sink in pride: 
   Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
Night Thoughts, Night VIII.  DR. E. YOUNG.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past. On the Death of Sir Walter Scott.  SIR S. BRYDGES.

GOD.

  What is this mighty Breath, ye sages, say,
  That, in powerful language, felt, not heard,
  Instructs the fowls of heaven; and through their breast
  These arts of love diffuses?  What, but God? 
  Inspiring God! who, boundless Spirit all,
  And unremitting Energy, pervades. 
  Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole.
 The Seasons:  Spring.  J. THOMSON.

  The Somewhat which we name but cannot know,
    Ev’n as we name a star and only see
  Its quenchless flashings forth, which ever show
    And ever hide him, and which are not he.
Wordsworth’s Grave, I.  W. WATSON.

A Deity believed, is joy begun;
A Deity adored, is joy advanced;
A Deity beloved, is joy matured. 
Each branch of piety delight inspires.
Night Thoughts, Night VIII.  DR. E. YOUNG.

                                    Thou, my all! 
  My theme! my inspiration! and my crown! 
  My strength in age! my rise in low estate! 
  My soul’s ambition, pleasure, wealth!—­my world! 
  My light in darkness! and my life in death! 
  My boast through time! bliss through eternity! 
  Eternity, too short to speak thy praise! 
  Or fathom thy profound of love to man!
Night Thoughts, Night IV.  DR. E. YOUNG. 
  Happy the man who sees a God employed
  In all the good and ill that checker life.
The Task, Bk.  II.  W. COWPER.

  O thou, whose certain eye foresees
  The fixed event of fate’s remote decrees.
Odyssey, Bk.  IV.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

  From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,—­
  Path, motive, guide, original, and end.
The Rambler, No. 7.  DR. S. JOHNSON.

Whatever is, is in its causes just. Oedipus, Act. iii.  Sc. 1.  J. DRYDEN.