s aloud
Through all her works) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in, must be happy. I'm weary of conjectures—this must end 'em;
[Laying his hand on his tword.
But when! or where !—this world was made for Caisar. Thus am I doubly arm'd : my death, my life, My bane and antidote are both before me: This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secur'd in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years; But thou shall nourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Addison.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home; And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind: As different good, by art or nature given, To different nations make their blessings even.
Goldsmith.
