Life and death .. . o winning,The world will neer desist from stir up lust, and war, and hate,And all the ministers of fate,Riot, and luxury, and vice,—Excuse my terms, not overnice—Thus mortals will my presence court,And fancy Death to be but sport. Domestic Bliss.—It is this sweet home feeling, thissettled repose of affection in the domestic scene, that is,after all, the parent of the steadiest virtues and purestenjoyment. Domestic Bliss, that, like a harmless dove (Honor and sweet endearment keeping guard), Can centre in a little quiet nest All that desire would fly for thro th
Life and death .. . o winning,The world will neer desist from stir up lust, and war, and hate,And all the ministers of fate,Riot, and luxury, and vice,—Excuse my terms, not overnice—Thus mortals will my presence court,And fancy Death to be but sport. Domestic Bliss.—It is this sweet home feeling, thissettled repose of affection in the domestic scene, that is,after all, the parent of the steadiest virtues and purestenjoyment. Domestic Bliss, that, like a harmless dove (Honor and sweet endearment keeping guard), Can centre in a little quiet nest All that desire would fly for thro the earth ; That can, the world eluding, by itself A world enjoyed; that wants no witnesses But its own sharers, and approving Heaven. That, like a flower, deep hid in rocky cleft, Smiles, though tis only looking at the sky. Guilt is generally afraid of light; it considers dark-ness a natural shelter, and makes night the confidant ofthose actions which cannot be trusted to the tell-taleday. DEATH S REGISTER. 337. DEATHS REGISTER. An ancient worthy, when of Man he wrote,Permitted me his Register to quote;And as I know I cannot make a better,Ill quote it fairly, to the very letter: — Mans bodies like a house: his greater bonesAre the main timber: and the lesser onesAre smaller splints; his ribs are laths, daubd oer,Plaisterd with flesh and blood: his mouths the dooreHis throats the narrow entrie, and his heartIs the great chamber, full of curious art:His midriffe is a large partition-wallTwixt the great chamber and the spacious hall:His stomach is the kitchen, where the meatta often but half sod, for want of heat:His sulcnes a vessel, nature does allotTo take the skumme that rises from the pot:His lungs are like the bellows, that respireIn every office, quickning every fire:11^ nose the chimney is, whereby are ventedSuch fumes as with the bellows are augmented:His bowels are the sink, whose parts to dreinAll noisome tilth, and keep the kitchen clean:22 338 deaths register.
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