S. AUGUST. The sufficiency of my merit, is, to know that my merit is not sufficient. S. GREG. Mor. xxv. By how much the less man seeth himself, by so much the less he displeaseth himself; and by how much the more he seeth the light of grace, by so much the more he disdaineth the light of nature. S. GREG. Mor. The light of the understanding, humility kindleth, and pride covereth. EPIG. 1. Thou blow'st heav'n's fire the whilst thou go'st about, Rebellious fool, in vain, to blow it out: Thy folly adds confusion to thy death; Heav'n's fire confounds, when fann'd with folly's breath. ECCLES. Donec totum expleat Orbem. Nor crafe his Cares, till this low Worlds vast round, Within his vain, the eager Grap be found. II. ECCLES. vi. 8. There is no end of all his labour, neither is his eye satis fied with riches. How our widen'd arms can overstretch Their own dimensions! How our hands can reach Beyond their distance! How our yielding breast Can shrink to be more full, and full possest Of this inferior orb! How earth refin'd Can cling to sordid earth! How kind to kind! We gape, we grasp, we gripe, add store to store; Enough requires too much; too much craves more. We charge our souls so sore beyond their stint, That we recoil or burst: the busy mint Of our laborious thoughts is ever going, And coining new desires; desires not knowing First tips her horned brows with easy light, Still wants, and wanting seeks, and seeking finds, The grave is sooner cloy'd than men's desire : We We travel sea and soil, we pry, we prowl, and we prog from pole to pole; We progress, HUGO |