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Spake thus serene as if no pain he felt,
"Ye bruise the shell, the wither' d husk ye break,
Ye sink the boat, but me ye cannot shake."
Oh! fear not them whose hand may pierce the heart,
And cannot harm the never-dying part:
But fear ye Him who rends the clay-built cell,
And dooms the spirit to the pains of hell.
ANTISTHENES.
THE REPLY OF THE PHILOSOPHER ANTISTHENES TO THE ENQUIRY WHAT HE HAD GAINED BY HIS LEARNING.
"IT makes me happy in my lone retreat,
"And with my heart it gives me converse sweet;
"And why should he be much inclined to roam,
"Who finds a better banquet still at home?"
And those may say, who by their Saviour blest,
Bear heavenly science planted in their breast,
