Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,- A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country’s pride, When once destroy’d, can never be supplied.
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow’d what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper’d the highest was surest to please.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.
Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Elegy of the Death of a Mad Dog The dog, to gain some praivate ends, Went mad and bit the man.
I can’t say whether we had more wit among us now than usual, but I am certain we had more laughing, which answered the end as well.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven’s decree!
Our Garrick ’s a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim.
A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
I have known a German Prince with more titles than subjects, and a Spanish nobleman with more names than shirts.
We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors.
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.
And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.