But lovely _concord_, and most sacred peace, Doth nourish virtue, and fast friendship breedes; Weake she makes strong, and strong things does increase, Till it the pitch of highest praise exceedes-- Brave be her warres, as honourable deedes, By which she triumphs over ire and pride, And winnes an olive garden for her meedes. _Spenser._ One shall rise Of proud ambitious heart, who, not content With fair equality, fraternal state, Will arrogate dominion undeserved Over his brethren, and quite dispossess _Concord_, and law of nature from the earth. _Milton._ E’en as the dew, that, at the break of morning, All nature with its beauty is adorning, And flows for Heaven, calm and still, And bathes the tender grass on Zion’s hill, And to the young and withering herb resigns The drops for which it pines: So are fraternal peace and _concord_ ever The cherishers without whose guidance, never Would sainted quiet seek the breast,-- The life, the soul of unmolested rest,-- The antidote to sorrow and distress, And prop of human happiness. _Kamphuyzen._ It is not once an age two hearts are set So well in unison, that not a note Jars in their music; but a skilful hand Slurs lightly over the discordant tones, And wakens only the full power of those That sound in _concord_. Happy, happy those Who thus perform in the grand concert--life. _Mrs. Southey._ CONQUEST. As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than _conquerors_ through Him that loved us.--Romans, viii. 36, 37. And I saw, and behold a white horse; and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him; and he went forth _conquering_ and to _conquer_.--Revelations, vi. 2. The _conquered_ also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose, And fear of God. _Milton._ Well then, my soul, joy in the midst of pain; Thy Christ, that _conquered_ hell, shall from above With greater triumph yet return again, And _conquer_ his own justice with his love-- Commanding earth and seas to render those Unto His bliss, for whom He paid His woes. _Henry Wotton._ Strange _conquest_, when the _conqueror_ must die, And he is slain who wins the victory, And yet another _conquest_ he must gain, Or all our faith and highest hopes are vain. _Anon._