Bliss in possession will not last;
  Remembered joys are never past;
  At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
  They were, they are, they yet shall be.
The Little Cloud.  J. MONTGOMERY.

  But ’midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
    To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
  And roam along, the world’s tired denizen,
    With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
Childe Harold, Canto II.  LORD BYRON.

  I die,—­but first I have possessed,
  And come what may, I have been blessed.
The Giaour.  LORD BYRON.

POVERTY.

I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient. King Henry IV., Pt.  II.  Act i. Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye
Th’ unfeeling proud one looks, and passes by,
Condemned on penury’s barren path to roam,
Scorned by the world, and left without a home.
Pleasures of Hope.  T. CAMPBELL.

Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.
King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 6.  SHAKESPEARE.

                      Take physic, Pomp;
  Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
King Lear, Act iii. Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

O world! how apt the poor are to be proud! Twelfth Night.  Act iii. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

This mournful truth is everywhere confessed,
Slow rises worth by poverty oppressed.
Vanity of Human Wishes.  DR. S. JOHNSON.

  And rustic life and poverty
  Grow beautiful beneath his touch.
Burns.  T. CAMPBELL.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

POWER.

  Power, like a desolating pestilence,
  Pollutes whate’er it touches; and obedience,
  Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
  Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame. 
  A mechanized automaton.
Queen Mab, Pt.  III.  P.B.  SHELLEY.

  Because the good old rule
    Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
  That they should take who have the power,
    And they should keep who can.
Rob Roy’s Grave.  W. WORDSWORTH.

For what can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
Medal.  J. DRYDEN.

Patience and gentleness is power. On a Lock of Milton’s Hair.  L. HUNT.

              Some novel power
  Sprang up forever at a touch,
  And hope could never hope too much,
  In watching thee from hour to hour.
In Memoriam, CXI.  A. TENNYSON.

A power is passing from the earth. On the Expected Dissolution of Mr. Fox.  W. WORDSWORTH.

He hath no power that hath not power to use. Festus, Sc.  A Visit.  P.J.  BAILEY.