Taste is a rare to be found as a true genius. That most men are born with some taste.
Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d
Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.
See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep, And all the western world believe and sleep.
Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Live like yourself, was soon my lady's word, And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.
But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat,
The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat,
To closer shades the panting flocks remove;
Ye gods! And is there no relief for love?
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Coffee, (which makes the politician wise, And see thro' all things with his half-shut eyes).
Whenever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.
True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.
If, where the rules not far enough extend,
(Since rules were made but to promote their end)
Some lucky licence answer to the full
The intent proposed, that licence is a rule.
True wit is nature to advantage dressed;
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
In search of wit these lose their common sense.
Music resembles poetry, in each
Are nameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master hand alone can reach.
A king may be a tool, a thing of straw; but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough; a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.
Those half-learn'd witlings, num'rous in our isle
As half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile.
Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound,
Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
Philosophy, that leaned on Heaven before,
Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.
Nothing is more certain than much of the force; as well as grace, of arguments or instructions depends their conciseness.
Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole.
The difference is too nice -- Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.
Every man has just as much vanity as he wants understanding.
Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer days like grasshoppers rejoice. A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.
All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.
No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see.
The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.
Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurled:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
It is sure the hardest science to forget!
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Good God! How often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
And empty heads console with empty sound.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.
Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown
Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Lo! the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His soul proud Science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way.
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
Fortune in men has some small diff'rence made,
One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade,
The cobbler apron'd, and the parson gown'd,
The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
A small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The circle mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads.
Fame can never make us lie down contentedly on a deathbed.
A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest.
Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
Who pants for glory, finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
The Physician, by the study and inspection of urine and ordure, approves himself in the science; and in like sort should our author accustom and exercise his imagination upon the dregs of nature.
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,- His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.
Index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of Science by the tail.
Index-learning is a term used to mock pretenders who acquire superficial knowledge merely by consulting indexes.
Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
Some place the bliss in action, some in ease,
Those call it pleasure, and contentment these.
The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.
But honest instinct comes a volunteer; Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit, While still too wide or short in human wit.
Giving advice is many times only the privilege of saying a foolish thing one's self, under the pretense of hindering another from doing one.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
Love the offender, yet detest the offense.
Every woman is at heart a rake.
What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw; Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite; Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age. Pleased with this bauble still, as that before, Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense.
Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense. There are forty men of wit for one man of sense; and he that will carry nothing about him but gold, will be every day at a loss for want of readier change.
Be niggards of advice on no pretense; For the worst avarice is that of sense.
If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.
The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
In vain may heroes fight and patriots rave if secret gold sap on from knave to knave.
With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.
Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense weigh thy opinion against Providence.
Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Unthought-of Frailties cheat us in the Wise.
All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.
All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!
You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n.
As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.
Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.
Most critics, fond of subservient art
still make the whole depend upon a part.
They talk of principles, but notions prize
And all to one loved folly sacrifice.
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Or whiten'd wall provoke the skew'r to write; In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Like Lee or Budgel I will rhyme and print.
For forms of government, let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered, is best.
lFor forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administer'd is best. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity.
Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine,
Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine
For me kind nature wakes her genial power,
Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower.
Some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves.
If I am right, Thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, O, teach my heart
To find that better way!
And write about it, Goddess, and about it!
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart.
Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things,.
Say first, of god above or man below; what can we reason but from what we know.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
Modest plainness sets off sprightly wit,
For works may have more with than does 'em good,
As bodies perish through excess of blood.
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
Most women have no characters at all.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at; if we laugh at it, they say we are proud; if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.
There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men; that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
To buy books as some do who make no use of them, only because they were published by an eminent printer, is much as if a man should buy clothes that did not fit him, only because they were made by some famous tailor.
Never elated while one man's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another's blessed.
For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
A brave man thinks no one his superior who does him an injury, for he has it then in his power to make himself superior to the other by forgiving it.
In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.
Strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!
Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill:
Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age
Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage.
See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings;
Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
We may see the small value God has for riches, by the people he gives them to.
The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been wrong, which is but saying, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast; But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
Reason, however able, cool at best, Cares not for service, or but serves when prest, Stays till we call, and then not often near.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
And see, my son! the hour is on its way,
That lifts the Goddess to imperial sway;
This favourite isle, long severed from her reign,
Doveline, she gathers to her wings again.
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.
Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep,
Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.
Interspersed in lawn and opening glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each others' shades.
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.
Ye gods, annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy.
The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest, Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.
Most authors steal their works, or buy.
O happiness! Our being's end and aim! For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
Vast chain of being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach, from infinite to Thee, From Thee to nothing.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow: Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.
No more was seen the human form divine.
The people's voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God.
The man that loves and laughs must sure do well.
Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.
True self-love and social are the same.
Of darkness visible so much be lent, as half to show, half veil, the deep intent.
Nor in the critic let the man be lost.
Act well your part; there all the honour lies.
Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.
Trade it may help, society extend,
But lures the Pirate, ant corrupts the friend:
It raises armies in a nation's aid,
But bribes a senate, and the land's betray'd.
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards.
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.
Honor and shame from no condition rise; act well your part, there all the honor lies.
No craving void left aching in the soul.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
False happiness is like false money; it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.
Others import yet nobler arts from France, Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.
Intestine war no more our passions wage,
And giddy factions bear away their rage.
There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.
With sharpen'd sight pale Antiquaries pore, Th' inscription value, but the rust adore. This the blue varnish, that the green endears; The sacred rust of twice ten hundred years.
As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.
Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.
Wit and judgment often are at strife.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.
And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold.
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.
In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; contracted all, retiring to the breast; but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
Good-nature and good-sense must ever join;
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything, each of them generally gets that which he likes least.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance.
We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.
The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.
Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.
Beauty draws us with a single hair.
Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.
Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.
Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
In a sadly pleasing strain, let the warbling lute complain.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.
Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Satan is wiser now than before, and tempts by making rich instead of poor.
The younger brother hath the more wit.
But touch me, and no minister so sore.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Love, Hope, and Joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd Make and maintain the balance of the mind.
You think this cruel? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool.
Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.
Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
To dazzle let the vain design, To raise the thought and touch the heart, be thine!
A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit
With the same spirit that its author writ:
Survey the Whole, nor seek slight faults to find
Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind.
Good-humor only teaches charms to last,
Still makes new conquests and maintains the past.
Superstition is the spleen of the soul.
Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes;
And when in act they cease, in prospect rise.
He knows to live who keeps the middle state, and neither leans on this side nor on that.
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.
Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!
At every word a reputation dies.
Genius creates, and taste preserves.
Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
The most positive men are the most credulous, since they most believe themselves, and advise most with their falsest flatterer and worst enemy -- their own self-love.
Inscriptions here of various Names I view'd,
The greater part by hostile time subdu'd;
Yet wide was spread their fame in ages past,
And Poets once had promis'd they should last.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse; Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay, Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tail!
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize,
And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.
Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Be not the first by whom the new are tired, nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Remembrance and reflection how allied!
What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!
Count all th' advantage prosperous Vice attains,
'Tis but what Virtue flies from and disdains:
And grant the bad what happiness they would,
One they must want -- which is, to pass for good.
One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.
There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.
The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not wife, To help me through this long disease, my life.
Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.
What then remains, but well our power to use,
And keep good-humor still whate'er we lose?
And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail,
When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.
What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy,
The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy,
Is virtue's prize.
At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.
There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.
Praise is like ambergrease: a little whiff of it, and by snatches, is very agreeable; but when a man holds a whole lump of it to your nose, it is a stink, and strikes you down.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
I have more zeal than wit.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
Physicians are in general the most amiable companions and the best friends, as well as the most learned men I know.
Court-virtues bear, like gems, the highest rate,
Born where Heav'n influence scarce can penetrate.
In life's low vale, the soil the virtues like,
They please as beauties, here as wonders strike.
Atheists put on false courage and alacrity in the midst of their darkness and apprehensions, like children who, when they fear to go in the dark, will sing for fear.
When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.
Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.
Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.
There is a majesty in simplicity.
But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.
What is it to be wise?
'Tis but to know how little can be known,
To see all others' faults, and feel our own.
But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
Oh, when shall Britain, conscious of her claim, Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame? In living medals see her wars enroll'd, And vanquished realms supply recording gold?
Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.
Where grows? -- where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.
The learned is happy, nature to explore, the fool Is happy, that he knows no more.
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Know thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
By music minds an equal temper know,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low.
Warriors she fires with animated sounds.
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
This long disease, my life.