See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish’d like their dead!
When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.
Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
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.
And not a vanity is given in vain.
What riches give us let us then inquire: Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire. Is this too little?
And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
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.
The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
So perish all who do the like again.
Expression is the dress of thought, and still Appears more decent as more suitable; A vile conceit in pompous words express’d, Is like a clown in regal purple dress’d.
See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep, And all the western world believe and sleep.
E’en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
Then marble, soften’d into life, grew warm.
Then sculpture and her sister arts revived; stones leaped to form, and rocks began to live.
If it be the chief point of friendship to comply with a friends motions and inclinations, he possesses this in a eminent degree; he lies down when I sit, and walks when I walk, which is more than many good friends can pretend to do.
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.
Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Oblige her, and she’ll hate you while you live.
A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.
For forms of faith let graceless zealots fight; his can’t be wrong whose life is in the right.