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To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite.— POPE — Moral Essays. Ep. IV. L. 149.
Do not be troubled by Saint Bernard's saying that hell is full of good intentions and wills.— FRANCIS DE SALES — Spiritual Letters.
Letter XII. Black is the badge of hell, The hue of dungeons and the suit of night.— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 254.
Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.— Shakespeare — Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 214.
I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.— Shakespeare — Merry Wives of Windsor. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 38.
Self-love and the love of the world constitute hell. S.— SWEDENBORG — Apocalypse Explained.
Par. 1,144. Nay, then, what flames are these that leap and swell As 'twere to show, where earth's foundations crack, The secrets of the sepulchres of hell On Dante's track?— SWINBURNE — In Guernsey. Pt. IV. St. 3.
In the throat Of Hell, before the very vestibule Of opening Orcus, sit Remorse and Grief, And pale Disease, and sad Old Age and Fear, And Hunger that persuades to crime, and Want: Forms terrible to see. Suffering and Death Inhabit here, and Death's own brother Sleep; And the mind's evil lusts and deadly War, Lie at the threshold, and the iron beds Of the Eumenides; and Discord wild Her viper-locks with bloody fillets bound.— VIRGIL — Eneid. Bk. VI. L. 336.
C. P. Cranch's trans. That's the greatest torture souls feel in hell, In hell, that they must live, and cannot die.— JOHN WEBSTER — Duchess of Malfi. Act IV. Sc. I. L. 84.
The foolish ofttimes teach the wise: I strain too much this string of life, belike, Meaning to make such music as shall save. Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth, My strength is waned now that my need is most; Would that I had such help as man must have, For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.— EDWIN ARNOLD — Light of Asia. Bk. VI. L. 109.
Heaven's help is better than early rising.— CERVANTES — Don Quixote. Vol. III. Pt. II. Ch. XXXIV.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.— BURKE — Reflections on the Revolution in
France. I would help others out of a fellow-feeling. C— BURTON — Anatomy of Melancholy.
Democritus to the Reader. The careful pilot of my proper woe.— BYRON — Epistle to Augusta. No. 3. St. 3.
Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray.— GOLDSMITH — Vicar of Wakefield.
The Hermit. Ch. VIII. Light is the task when many share the toil.— HOMER — Iliad. Bk. XII. L. 493.
Bryant's trans. Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help?— SAM'L JOHNSON — Boswell's Life of
Johnson. 1754. So we're all right, an' I, for one, Don't think our cause'll lose in vally By rammin' Scriptur' in our gun, An' gittin' Natur' for an ally.— LOWELL — The Biglow Papers. Second Series. No. 7. St. 17.
I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when he thought of you first.— GEORGE MACDONALD — The Marquis of Lossie. Ch. XXII.
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen : Aid it, hopes of honest men!— CHARLES MACKAY — Clear the Way.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.— POPE — Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 264.
In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.— SCOTT — Lord of the Isles. Canto I. St. 20.
Help me, Cassius, or I sink! Julius Cæsar-Act I. Sc. 2. L.