Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.
Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I’ve done it from my youth.
Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
Temp’rate in every place – abroad, at home, Thence will applause, and hence will profit come; And health from either – he in time prepares For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.
Secrets with girls, like guns with boys, are never valued till they make a noise.
In general satire, every man perceives A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves.
From powerful causes spring the empiric’s gains, Man’s love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
Virtues neglected then, adored become, And graces slighted, blossom on the tomb.
But monument themselves memorials need.
All green was anished sae of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue; Sae the green holly with its berries red, And the green moss that o’er the grael spread.
Old Peter Grimes made fishing his employ; His wife he cabined with him and his boy, And seemed that life laborious to enjoy.
The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies.
Fears of sinning let in thoughts of sin.
Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.
An infatuated man is not only foolish, but wild.
There is no mind so weak and powerless as not to have its inclinations, and none so guarded as to be without its prepossessions.
Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man’s most faithful friend, Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend; But if he will thy friendly checks forego, Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!