PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. PREFATORY. THOUGHTS, that have tarried in my mind, and peopled its inner chambers, The sober children of reason, or desultory train of fancy; Clear running wine of conviction, with the scum and the lees of specu lation; Corn from the sheaves of Science, with stubble from mine own garner, Searchings after Truth, that have tracked her secret lodes, And come up again to the surface-world with a knowledge grounded deeper; Arguments of high scope, that have soared to the keystone of heaven, These I give to thy gentle heart, thou lover of the right. What though a guilty man renew that hallowed theme, What, though a youthful tongue take up that ancient parable, And utter faintly forth dark sayings as of old? Sweet is the virgin honey, though the wild bee have stored it in a reed; |