Truth shines the brighter clad in verse.
Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
Party is the madness of many, for the gain of a few.
Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
What conscience dictates to be done, or warns me not to do, this teach me more than hell to shun, that more than heaven pursue.
There should be as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty, as a man for his prosperity, both being equally subject to change.
Damn with faint praise.
The general cry is against ingratitude, but the complaint is misplaced, it should be against vanity; none but direct villains are capable of wilful ingratitude; but almost everybody is capable of thinking he hath done more than another deserves, while the other thinks he hath received less than he deserves.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, and though no science, fairly worth the seven.
But thousands die without or this or that, die, and endow a college, or a cat: To some, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, Tenrich a bastard, or a son they hate.
Never elated when someone’s oppressed, never dejected when another one’s blessed.
Order is heaven’s first law.
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
Scarce any Tale was sooner heard than told;
And all who told it, added something new,
And all who heard it, made Enlargements too,
In every Ear it spread, on every Tongue it grew.
Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, they rise, they break, and to that sea return.
Thee too, my Paridel! she mark’d thee there,
Stretch’d on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yarn confess
The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.
There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.
Silence! coeval with eternity! thou wert ere Nature’s self began to be; thine was the sway ere heaven was formed on earth, ere fruitful thought conceived creation’s birth.
I am his Highness dog at Kew; pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
What is it to be wise? – ‘Tis but to know how little can be known – to see all others’ faults and feel our own.
He that would pun would pink a pocket.
Die and endow a college or a cat.
All other goods by fortune’s hand are given: A wife is the peculiar gift of Heaven.
Looks through nature up to nature’s God.
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.
The proper study of mankind is man.
A man of business may talk of philosophy; a man who has none may practise it.
Curst be the verse how well so’er it flow, that tends to make one worthy man my foe, gives virtue scandal, innocence a fear, or from the soft-eyed virgin steals a tear.
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
you played, and loved, and ate, and drunk your fill:
walk sober off; before a sprightlier age comes tittering on,
and shoves you from the stage:
leave such to trifle with more grace and ease,
whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please.
Topics: Retirement, Aging, Age
There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead. However, such instruments are, perhaps, necessary; for it may be with states as with clocks, which must have some dead weight hanging at them, to help and regulate the motion of the finer and more useful parts.
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