O opportunity, thy guilt is great! 
  ’T is thou that executest the traitor’s treason;
  Thou sett’st the wolf where he the lamb may get;
  Whoever plots the sin, thou ’point’st the season;
  ’T is thou that spurn’st at right, at law, at reason.
The Rape of Lucrece.  SHAKESPEARE.

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Presuming on their changeful potency.
Troilus and Cressida, Act iv.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

                 In part to blame is she. 
  Which hath without consent bin only tride;
  He comes too neere, that comes to be denide.
A Wife.  SIR T. OVERBURY.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Essay on Man.  Epistle II.  A. POPE.

  Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse;
  Satan o’ercomes none but by willingnesse.
Hesperides’ Temptations.  R. HERRICK.

THEOLOGY.

  In Adam’s fall
  We sinne’d all.
New England Primer.

  Hold thou the good:  define it well: 
    For fear divine Philosophy
    Should push beyond her mark, and be
  Procuress to the Lords of Hell.
In Memoriam.  A. TENNYSON.

  For forms of government let fools contest;
  Whate’er is best administered is best: 
  For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
  His can’t be wrong whose life is in the right.
Essay on Man, Epistle III.  A. POPE.

  His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
  Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
On the Death of Crashaw.  A. COWLEY.

  Slave to no sect, who takes no private road. 
  But looks through nature up to nature’s God.

* * * * *

And knows where faith, law, morals, all began,
All end, in love of God and love of man.
Essay on Man, Epistle IV.  A. POPE.

THOUGHT.

                 Thought can wing its way
  Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam
  That hastens on the pinions of the morn.
Sonnet.  J.G.  PERCIVAL.

I and my bosom must debate awhile,
And then I would no other company.
King Henry V., Act iv.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

He that has light within his own clear breast,
May sit i’ th’ centre and enjoy bright day: 
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
Benighted walks under the midday sun.
Comus.  MILTON.

    So Thought flung forward is the prophecy
  Of Truth’s majestic march, and shows the way
  Where future time shall lead the proud array
    Of peace, of power, and love of liberty. 
  SIR J. BOWRING.