The air of summer was sweeter than wine.

Longfellow: Tales of a Wayside Inn.

It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee,

Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
Instantly on the wing.

Bryant: Summer Wind.

Sympathy; see Kindness and Brotherhood.

Like will to like; each creature loves his kind.

Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Herrick.

Shakespeare: 2 Henry VI.

There's nought in this bad world like sympathy:
'Tis so becoming to the soul and face-
Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh.

Byron: Don Juan.

Our hearts, my love, were form'd to be
The genuine twins of sympathy,
They live with one sensation:
In joy or grief, but most in love,
Like chords in unison they move,
And thrill with like vibration.

Moore: Sympathy.

No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,

But some heart, though unknown,

Responds unto his own.

Longfellow: Endymion.

Something the heart must have to cherish,
Must love, and joy, and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or perish,
And in itself to ashes burn.

Longfellow.

Whom the heart of man shuts out,

Sometimes the heart of God takes in,

And fences them all round about

With silence 'mid the world's loud din.

Lowell: The Forlorn.

Temperance, Abstinence, Self-Control.
Brave conquerors! for so you are,
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world's desires.

Shakespeare: Love's Labor's Lost.

A surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings.
Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream.

Temp'rate in every place,-abroad, at home,
Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;
And health from either-he in time prepares
For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.

Crabbe: The Borough.

If thou well observe

The rule of "Not too much," by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st, seeking from thence

Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight,

Till many years over thy head return;

So mayst thou live, till, like ripe fruit, thou drop
Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease

Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature.
Milton: Paradise Lost.

Impostor! do not charge most innocent Nature
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance. She, good cateress,
Means her provision only to the good,
That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictate of spare Temperance.

Milton: Comus.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,
These three alone lead life to sovereign power.

Tennyson: Enone.

Tenderness, Gentleness; see Kindness and Pity.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms!

Shakespeare: Winter's Tale.

What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.

Shakespeare: As You Like It.

With what a graceful tenderness he loves!
And breathes the softest, the sincerest vows!
Complacency, and truth, and manly sweetness,
Dwell ever on his tongue, and smooth his thoughts.

Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;

Fashioned so slenderly,

Young, and so fair!

Addison: Cato.

Hood: Bridge of Sighs.

Higher than the perfect song
For which love longeth,

Is the tender fear of wrong,
That never wrongeth.

Bayard Taylor: Improvisations.

Thought; see Mind, Knowledge, and Wisdom.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

Shakespeare: Hamlet.

Guard well thy thought; our thoughts are heard in

heaven.

Young: Night Thoughts.

For just experience tells in every soil,

That those who think must govern those who toil.

Goldsmith: Traveller.

The ground

Of all great thoughts is sadness.

Bailey: Festus.

One thought

Settles a life, an immortality.

Bailey: Festus.

Bailey: Festus.

The value of a thought cannot be told.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixt, sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most doth please
With meditation.

Pope: Solitude.

Thought alone is eternal.

Owen Meredith: Lucile.

Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er,
Scatters from her pictured urn

Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Gray: Progress of Poesy.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Wordsworth: Lines Written in Early Spring.

Plain living and high thinking are no more.

Wordsworth: London, 1802.

"Old frailties then recurred:-but lofty thought, In act embodied, my deliverance wrought."

Wordsworth.

No great Thinker ever lived and taught you
All the wonder that his soul received.

Adelaide A. Procter.