Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.

He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?