PRAISE.

  The love of praise, howe’er concealed by art,
  Reigns more or less, and glows in every heart.
Love of Fame, Satire I.  DR. E. YOUNG.

          One good deed dying tongueless
  Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. 
  Our praises are our wages.
Winter’s Tale, Act i. Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  O Popular Applause! what heart of man
  Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
The Task, Bk.  II.  W. COWPER.

  I would applaud thee to the very echo,
  That should applaud again.
Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

To things of sale a seller’s praise belongs. Love’s Labor’s Lost, Act iv. Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

  If matters not how false or forced,
  So the best things be said o’ the worst.
Hudibras, Pt.  II.  S. BUTLER.

Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise. Paradise Regained, Bk.  III.  MILTON.

  Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
  Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Iliad, Bk.  X.  HOMER. Trans. of.  POPE.

  Not in the clamor of the crowded street,
  Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
  But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
The Poets.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

PRAYER.

Prayer moves the Hand which moves the world. There is an Eye that Never Sleeps.  J.A.  WALLACE.

  In prayer the lips ne’er act the winning part
  Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
Hesperides:  The Heart.  R. HERRICK.

  As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean
    Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
  So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,
    Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
As Down in the Sunless Retreats.  T. MOORE.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. In Memoriam, XXXII.  A. TENNYSON.

  Be not afraid to pray—­to pray is right. 
  Pray, if thou canst, with hope; but ever pray,
  Though hope be weak or sick with long delay;
  Pray in the darkness, if there be no light.
Prayer.  H. COLERIDGE.

  Pray to be perfect, though material leaven
  Forbid the spirit so on earth to be;
  But if for any wish thou darest not pray,
  Then pray to God to cast that wish away.
Prayer.  H. COLERIDGE.

  And Satan trembles when he sees
  The weakest saint upon his knees.
Exhortation to Prayer.  W. COWPER.

  Still raise for good the supplicating voice,
  But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice.
The Vanity of Human Wishes.  DR. S. JOHNSON.

  You few that loved me

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  Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
  And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
  Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,
  And lift my soul to heaven.
King Henry VIII., Act ii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.