LORD TENNYSON. _Idylls of the King: Vivien._ FAST AND LOOSE Fast bind, fast find: my Bible was well bound; A Thief came fast, and loose my Bible found: Was't bound and loose at once? how can that be? 'Twas loose for him, although 'twas bound for me. J. TAYLOR. READ THE SCRIPTURES Read the Scriptures, which Hyperius holds available of itself; 'the mind is erected thereby from all worldly cares, and hath much quiet and tranquillity.' For, as Austin well hath it, 'tis _scientia scientiarum, omni melle dulcior, omni pane suavior, omni vino hilarior_: 'tis the best nepenthe, surest cordial, sweetest alterative, presentest diverter: for neither as Chrysostom well adds, 'those boughs and leaves of trees which are plashed for cattle to stand under, in the heat of the day, in summer, so much refresh them with their acceptable shade, as the reading of the Scripture doth recreate and comfort a distressed soul, in sorrow and affliction.' Paul bids us 'pray continually'; _quod cibus corpori, lectio animae facit_, saith Seneca, 'as meat is to the body, such is reading to the soul.' 'To be at leisure without books is another hell, and to be buried alive.' Cardan calls a library the physic of the soul; 'Divine authors fortify the mind, make men bold and constant'; and (as Hyperius adds) 'godly conference will not permit the mind to be tortured with absurd cogitations.'--R. BURTON. _The Anatomy of Melancholy._ TO THE HOLY BIBLE O Book! Life's guide! how shall we part, And thou so long seized of my heart? Take this last kiss; and let me weep True thanks to thee before I sleep. Thou wert the first put in my hand When yet I could not understand, And daily didst my young eyes lead To letters, till I learnt to read. But as rash youths, when once grown strong, Fly from their nurses to the throng, Where they new consorts choose, and stick To those till either hurt or sick; So with the first light gained from thee Ran I in chase of vanity, Cried dross for gold, and never thought My first cheap book had all I sought. Long reigned this vogue; and thou cast by, With meek, dumb looks didst woo mine eye, And oft left open would'st convey A sudden and most searching ray Into my soul, with whose quick touch Refining still, I struggled much. By this mild art of love at length Thou overcam'st my sinful strength, And having brought me home, didst there Show me that pearl I sought elsewhere,-- Gladness, and peace, and hope, and love, The secret favours of the Dove; Her quickening kindness, smiles, and kisses, Exalted pleasures, crowning blisses, Fruition, union, glory, life, Thou didst lead to, and still all strife. Living, thou wert my soul's sure ease, And dying mak'st me go in peace:-- Thy next effects no tongue can tell; Farewell, O Book of God! farewell!