Who, when he is to treat With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway,

Allows for that, and keeps his constant way;

Whom others' faults do not defeat;

But, though men fail him, yet his part doth play.

Whom nothing can procure, When the wide world runs bias, from his will

To writhe his limbs, and share, not mend, the ill.

This is the marksman safe and sure;

Who still is right, and prays to be so still.

HERBERT.

EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, TO PERSUADE HIM ΤΟ THE WARS.

TAKE along with thee Thy true friend's wishes, Colby, which shall be,

That thine be just and honest, that thy deeds

Not wound thy conscience, when thy body bleeds;

That thou dost all things more for truth than glory,

And never but for doing wrong be sorry;

That, by commanding first thyself, thou mak'st

Thy person fit for any charge thou tak'st;

That Fortune never make thee to complain,

But what she gives, thou dar'st give her again!

That, whatsoever face thy Fate puts

on,

Thou shrink or start not, but be always one:

That thou think nothing great, but what is good;

And from that thought strive to be understood.

These take, and now go seek thy peace in war:

Who falls for love of God shall rise a star.

BEN JONSON.

THE HAPPY WARRIOR.

WHO is the happy warrior? Who is

he

That every man in arms should wish to be?

It is the generous spirit, who, when brought

Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought

Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought:

Whose high endeavors are an inward light

That make the path before him always bright;

Who, with a natural instinct to dis

cern

What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;

Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,

But makes his moral being his prime care;

Who, doomed to go in company with pain,

And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train!

Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower;