But our _desires’_ tyrannical extortion Doth force us there to set our chief delightfulness, When but a baiting-place is all our portion. _Sir P. Sidney._ Thou blind man’s mark; thou fool’s self-chosen snare, Fond fancy’s scum, and dregs of scatter’d thought; Band of all evils; cradle of causeless care; Thou web of ill, whose end is never wrought, _Desire! Desire!_ I have too dearly bought, With price of mangled mind thy worthless ware; Too long, too long, asleep thou hast me brought, Who should’st my mind to higher things prepare. _Sir P. Sidney._ _Desire_’s the vast extent of human mind, It mounts above, and leaves poor hope behind. _Dryden._ How large are our _desires_! and yet how few Events are answerable! So the dew, Which early on the top of mountains stood, Meaning, at least, to imitate a flood; When once the sun appears, appears no more, And leaves that parch’d which was too moist before. _Gomersall._ Sages leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar; Seek the great _Desire_ of nations, Ye have seen its natal star; Come and worship, Worship Christ the new-born King. _J. Montgomery._ The _desire_ of the moth for the star-- Of the night for the morrow-- The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. _Shelley._ DESOLATION. Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the _desolation_ of the wicked, when it cometh.--Proverbs, iii. 25. And what will ye do in the day of visitation, and in the _desolation_ which shall come from far? to whom will ye flee for help? and where will ye leave your glory?--Isaiah, x. 3. O my God, incline thine ear, and hear; open thine eyes and behold our _desolations_, and the city which is called by thy name.--Daniel, ix. 18. How is Babylon become a _desolation_ among the nations!--Jeremiah, l. 23. Let us seek some _desolate_ shades, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty. _Shakespere._ My _desolation_ does begin to make A better life. _Shakespere._ God hath created nights As well as days to deck the varied globe; Grace comes as oft clad in the dusky robe Of _desolation_, as in white attire. _John Beaumont._ ’Tis well to be a mourner, well to feel My glad hope die; And sicken at the tears that daily steal O’er the dimmed eye, If this strong _desolation_ should reveal Where my sins lie. _E. L. Montague._