RESOURCES

see Caution.

'Tis good in every case, you know, To have two strings unto your bow. 4267

Churchill: Ghost. Bk. iv. Line 1295

RESPECT - see Servility, Submission, Suppleness.
You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it, that do buy it with much care.

4268

REST

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Acti Sc. A

-see Repose, Sleep.

Rest that strengthens unto virtuous deeds,

Is one with prayer.

4269 Bayard Taylor: Tempt. of Hassan Ben Khaled. St. There is a rest for all things. On still nights There is a folding of a million wings

The swarming honey-bees in unknown woods,
The speckled butterflies and downy broods
In dizzy poplar heights:

Rest for innumerable nameless things,
Rest for the creatures underneath the Sea,
And in the Earth, and in the starry Air.
4270

T. B. Aldrich: Invocation to Sleep

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

4271

Longfellow: Day is Done.

All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience! Longfellow: Evangeline. Pt. ii. v. Line 125.

4272

Rest is sweet after strife.

4273
Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. i. Canto vi. St. 25
Friend, I sigh for repose, I am weary of roaming.
I know not what Ararat rises for me

Far away, o'er the waves of the wandering sea:
I know not what rainbow may yet, from far hills,
Lift the promise of hope, the cessation of ills.

4274

Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. i. Canto vi. St. 25.

RESULTS - see Goodness.

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted, they have torn me, and I bleed:

I should have known what fruit would spring from such a

seed.

4275

Buron: Ch. Harold. Canto iv. St. 10.

Sure of the Spring that warms unei into birth,
The golden germs thou trustest to the Earth;
Heed'st thou as well to sow in Time the seeds
Of Wisdom for Eternity-good deeds?
4276

Schiller: The Sower.

Who soweth good seed shall surely reap;
The year grows rich as it groweth old;
And life's latest sands are its sands of gold.
4277
Julia C. R. Dorr: To the Bouquet Club.
The evening shows the day, and death crowns life.
4278
Webster: A Monumental Column. Last Line.

We shape ourselves the joy or fear

Of which the coming life is made,
And fill our Future's atmosphere
With sunshine or with shade.

4279

Whittier: Raphael. St. 15

LESURRECTION -see Eternity, Futurity.

Shall man alone, whose fate, whose final fate,
Hangs on that hour, exclude it from his thoughts?
I think of nothing else I see, I feel it!

All nature like an earthquake, trembling round!
All deities, like summer swarms on wing,
All basking in the full meridian blaze!

I see the Judge enthroned, the flaming guard!
The volume open'd — open'd every heart!

A sunbeam pointing out each secret thought!
No patron! intercessor none! now past
The sweet the clement mediatorial hour!

For guiit no plea! te pain no pause! no bound!
Inexorable all and ali extreme!

4280

Young: Night Thoughts. Night, ix. Line 262

RETIREMENT -see Adversity, Country Life, Rural Life. Solitude.

This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,

I better brook than flourishing peopled towns:
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,

And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my distresses, and record my woes.

4281

Shaks.: Two Gent. of ". Act v. St. 4

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?

4282

Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease. 4283

Milton: Samson Agonistes. Line 16.

Now purer air

Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires
Vernal delight and joy, able to drive

All sadness but despair: Now gentle gales
Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense
Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole
Those balmy spoils.

4284

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. iv. Line 153.

Remote from man, with God he passed the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. 4285

Parnell: Hermit. Line 5.

Happy the man, whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.

4286

An elegant sufficiency, content,

Pope: Ode on Solitude.

Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labor, useful life,

Progressive virtue, and approving heaven!
4287

Thomson: Seasons. Spring. Line 1161.

Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery thickets, hail!
Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks!

Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep!
Delicious is your shelter to the soul.

4288

Thomson: Seasons. Summer. Line 392.
The fall of kings,

The rage of nations, and the crush of states,
Move not the man, who, from the world escap'd,
In still retreats, and flowery solitudes,

To Nature's voice attends, from month to month,
And day to day, through the revolving year;
Admiring, sees her in her every shape;

Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart;
Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more.
4289

Thomson: Seasons. Autumn. Line 1199.

O sacred solitude! divine retreat!
Choice of the prudent! envy of the great!
By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade,
We court fair Wisdom, that celestial maid.
4290

Young: Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 247.

O blest retirement, friend to life's decline,
Retreats from care that never must be mine,
How happy he who crowns, in shades like these,
A youth of labor, with an age of ease;
Who quits a world where strong temptations try,
And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly.

4291

Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 97

To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind;
All are not fit with them to stir and toil,
Nor is it discontent to keep the mind
Deep in its fountain, lest it overboil

In one hot throng, where we become the spoil
Of our infection, till too late and long
We may deplore and struggle with the coil,
In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong

'Midst a contentious world, striving where none are strong
4292
Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 69

Scenes must be beautiful which daily viewed,
Please daily, and whose novelty survives
Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years.
4293

Cowper: Task. Bk. i. Line 177.

Had I the choice of sublunary good,

What could I wish that I possess not here?

Health, leisure, means t' improve it, friendship, peace. 4294

Cowper: Task. Bk. iii. Line 687.

'Tis pleasant through the loopholes of retreat To peep at such a world; to see the stir

Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. 4295

Cowper: Task. Bk. iv. Line 88.

Hackney'd in business, wearied at that oar,
Which thousands, once fast chain'd to, quit no more,
But which, when life at ebb runs weak and low,
All wish, or seem to wish, they could forego;
The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade,
Pants for the refuge of some rural shade,
Where, all his long anxieties forgot,
Amid the charms of a sequester'd spot,

Or recollected only to gild o'er

And add a smile to what was sweet before. 4296

Cowper: Retirement. Line 1

Anticipated rents and bills unpaid,
Force many a shining youth into the shade,
Not to redeem his time, but his estate,
And play the fool, but at a cheaper rate.
4297

Cowper: Retirement. Line 559.

Some retire to nourish hopeless woe;
Some seeking happiness not found below;
Some to comply with humor, and a mind
To social scenes by nature disinclined;

Some sway'd by fashion, some by deep disgust;
Some self-impoverish'd, and because they must;
But few that court retirement are aware

Of half the toils they must encounter there.

4298

Cowper: Retirement. Line 603.

The fall of waters and the song of birds,
And hills that echo to the distant herds,
Are luxuries excelling all the glare

The world can boast, and her chief favorites share.
4299

Cowper: Retirement. Line 182

Thy shades, thy silence, now be mine,
Thy charms my only theme;

My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pine
Waves o'er the gloomy stream.

Where the sacred owl, on pinions gray,
Breaks from the rustling boughs,
And down the lone vale sails away,
To more profound repose.

4300

Beattie: Retirement. St. 7

RETREAT see Battle, Solitude, War.
In all the trade of war, no feat
Is nobler than a brave retreat;
For those that run away, and fly,
Take place at least of the enemy.
4301

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. i. Canto iii. Line 607

RETROSPECTION · - see Experience, Remembrance.
"Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
And ask them what report they've borne to heaven,
And how they might have borne more welcome news,
Their answers form what men experience call;

If wisdom's friend, her best; if not, worst foe.

4302

Young: Night Thoughts. Night ii. Line 378

Where is the one who hath not had
Some anguish-trial, long gone by,
Steal, spectre-like, all dark and sad
On busy thought, till the full eye
And aching breast, betray'd too well,
The Past still held undying spell?
4303

Eliza Cook: Meiaia. Line 134

REVENGE-see Anger, Bond, Hatred, Vengeance.

Pleasure and revenge

Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice
Of any true decision.

4304

Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act ii. Sc. 2

And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry "Havock," and let slin the dogs of war.

4305

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act iii. Sc.