How still the morning of the hallowd day! Mute is the voice of rural labour, hushd The ploughboys whistle, and the milkmaids song. Grahame.The Sabbath, Line 1.
O Italy!thy Sabbaths will be soon Our Sabbaths, closed with mummery and buffoon; Preaching and pranks will share the motley scene, Ours parcelld out, as thine have ever been, Gods worship and the mountebank between. Cowper.The Progress of Error, Line 152.
Oh, servile Italy! abode of woe! Bark without pilot in a stormy sky! Queen once of fair domainsnow fallen low! Dante.Purgatorio, Canto VI. Line 76. (Wrights Transl.)
Restore to God his due in tithe and time: A tithe purloind cankers the whole estate. Sundays observe: think, when the bells do chime, Tis angels music; therefore come not late. Herbert.The Temple, Verse 65.