A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct; The language plain, and incidents well link’d; Tell not as new what ev’ry body knows; and, new or old, still hasten to a close.
God forbid that Judges upon their oath should make resolutions to enlarge jurisdiction.
The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.
He that runs may read.
Tis Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours.
There is no flesh in man’s obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.
Folly ends where genuine hope begins.
Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.
When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow?
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Laugh at all you trembled at before.
Religion, richest favor of the skies.
Lights of the world, and stars of human race.
Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss’d his horse.
When was public virtue to be found when private was not?
But slaves that once conceive the glowing thought Of freedom, in that hope itself possess All that the contest calls for; spirit, strength, The scorn of danger, and united hearts, The surest presage of the good they seek.