For the preacher’s merit or demerit, It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer In the earthen vessel, holding treasure, But the main thing is, does it hold good measure Heaven soon sets right all other matters!
I am grown peaceful as old age tonight.
But God has a few of us to whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome; ’tis we musicians know.
But little do or can the best of us: That little is achieved through Liberty.
When the liquor’s out, why clink the cannikin?
Youth means love, Vows can’t change nature, priests are only men.
I judge people by what they might be, – not are, nor will be.
The past is gained, secure, and on record.
Lofty designs must close in like effects.
What so wild as words are?
Go in thy native innocence, rely On what thou hast of virtue, summon all, For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine.
Shun death, is my advice.
It’s wiser being good than bad; It’s safer being meek than fierce: It’s fitter being sane than mad.
When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne’er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
All service is the same with God.
Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose.