What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament.
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
Religion is a spring,
That from some secret, golden mine
Derives her birth, and thence doth bring
Cordials in every drop, and wine.
HENRY VAUGHAN: _Religion._
Religion crowns the statesman and the man,
Sole source of public and of private peace.
YOUNG: _Public Situation of the Kingdom,_ Line 500.
Pity Religion has so seldom found
A skilful guide into poetic ground!
COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 17.
Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,
Ready to pass to the American strand.
HERBERT: _The Church Militant._