Deceivers are the most dangerous members of society. They trifle with the best affections of our nature, and violate the most sacred obligations.
In idle wishes, fools supinely stay. Be there a will and wisdom finds a way.
Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food.
Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
Hence, in these times, untouch’d the pages lie, And slumber out their immortality.
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.
Her air, her manners, all who saw admir’d; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir’d; The joy of youth and health her eyes display’d, And ease of heart her every look convey’d.
Let’s learn to live, for we must die alone.
Life’s bloomy flush was lost.
Life is not measured by the time we live.
We cannot heal the throbbing heart till we discern the wounds within.
With eye upraised his master’s look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man’s guardian and the poor man’s friend, The only creature faithful to the end.
A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.
To show the world what long experience gains, requires not courage, though it calls for pains; but at life’s outset to inform mankind is a bold effort of a valiant mind.
A master passion is the love of news.
Good is done by degrees.
He tried the luxury of doing good.
Oh how the passions, insolent and strong, Bear our weak minds their rapid course along; Make us the madness of their will obey; Then die and leave us to our griefs as prey!
Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write.