comes to tell us
All that glitters is not gold?
Oh! no feature, plain or striking,
But a power we cannot shun
Prompts our liking and disliking,
Ere acquaintance hath begun.

Is it instinct? or some spirit
Which protects us, and controls
Every impulse we inherit,
By some sympathy of souls?
Is it instinct? is it nature?
Or some freak or fault of chance,
Which our liking or disliking
Limits to a single glance?

Like presentiment of danger,
Though the sky no shadow flings;
Or that inner sense, still stranger,
Of unseen, unuttered things?
Is it? oh! can no one tell me,
No one show sufficient cause
Why our likings and dislikings
Have their own instinctive laws?

854

_The Bitterness of Estrangement._--To be estranged from one whom we have
tenderly and constantly loved, is one of the bitterest trials the heart
can ever know.

--_Prynne._

855

There is no place where weeds do not grow, and there is no heart where
errors are not to be found.

856

We open the hearts of others when we open our own.

857

Earth hath nothing more tender than a woman's heart, when it is the
abode of piety.

858

And yet when all is thought and said,
The heart still overrules the head.

859

The All-Seeing Eye, whom the sun, moon and stars obey, and under whose
watchful care even comets perform their stupendous revolutions--pervades
the inmost recesses of the human heart, and will reward us according to
our merits.

860

There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.

861

To meet, to know, to love--and then to part,
Is the sad tale of many a human heart.

--_Coleridge._

862

The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not
sufficient for a kite's (bird of the hawk kind) dinner, yet the whole
world is not sufficient for it.

--_Quarles._

863

MY HEART.

The heart resembles the ocean! has storm, and ebb and flow;
And many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.

--_Heine._

864

The turnpike-road to people's hearts, I find,
Lies through their mouths; or I mistake mankind.