The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.
For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
May God us keep From Single vision and Newton’s sleep.
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die.
But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.
Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye.
You’ve always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself.
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
He who wants, but doesn’t act, is a pest.
Let men do their duty and the women will be such wonders; the female lives from the light of the male: see a male’s female dependants, you know the man.
Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave.
Little fly, thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.