Life and Existence

O gracious God! how far have we Profaned thy heavenly gift of poesy!

Since heaven’s eternal year is thine.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own; He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have liv’d today.

Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

All human things are subject to decay, And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

All human things are subject to decay, And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

A man so various that he seem’d to be Not one, but all mankind’s epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

A man so various that he seem’d to be Not one, but all mankind’s epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where.

Life is an incurable disease.

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last.

What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own?

Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, The bed be blest that I lie on. Four angels to my bed, Four angels round my head, 1 One to watch, and one to pray, And two to bear my soul away.

Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, The bed be blest that I lie on. Four angels to my bed, Four angels round my head, 1 One to watch, and one to pray, And two to bear my soul away.

I am not now in fortune’s power: He that is down can fall no lower.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about.

My race of glory run, and race of shame, And I shall shortly be with them at rest.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day.

The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day.