_Hymns: Psalm CIV_. T. STERNHOLD.

WINE.

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape
Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine.
_Comus_. MILTON.

In courts and palaces he also reigns,
And in luxurious cities, where the noise
Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers,
And injury, and outrage: and when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. I_. MILTON.

From wine what sudden friendship springs!
_The Squire and his Cur_. J. GAY.

And wine can of their wits the wise beguile.
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
_Odyssey, Bk. XIV_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

O, when we swallow down
Intoxicating wine, we drink damnation;
Naked we stand, the sport of mocking fiends.
Who grin to see our nobler nature vanquished,
Subdued to beasts.
_Wife's Reick_. C. JOHNSON.

WISDOM.

By wisdom wealth is won;
But riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
_The Wisdom of Ali_. B. TAYLOR.

On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows,
In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
_Love of Fame: Satire I_. DR. E. YOUNG.

In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.
_The Birth of Flattery_. G. CRABBE.

Wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
_Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

And Wisdom's self
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,
Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation,
She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings,
That in the various bustle of resort
Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impaired.
_Comus_. MILTON.

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys,
Superior wisdom is superior bliss.
_Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise!
_Vanity of Human Wishes_. DR. S. JOHNSON.

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.
_The Excursion, Bk. III_. W. WORDSWORTH.

To know
That which before us lies in daily life
Is the prime wisdom.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII_. MILTON.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
_Moral Essays, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

WOMAN.

What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger
Is woman! What a whirlwind is her head,
And what a whirlpool full of depth and danger
Is all the rest ab