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E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
Error is always talkative.
Error is ever talkative.
Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend,
And round his dwelling guardian saints attend.
Ev'n children followed with endearing wile
And pluck'd his gown to share the good man's smile.
Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.
Every acknowledgment of gratitude is a circumstance of humiliation; and some are found to submit to frequent mortifications of this kind, proclaiming what obligations they owe, merely because they think it in some measure cancels the debt.
Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.
Fancy restrained may be compared to a fountain, which plays highest by diminishing the aperture.
Fear guides more to their duty than gratitude; for one man who is virtuous from the love of virtue, from the obligation he thinks he lies under to the Giver of all, there are ten thousand who are good only from their apprehension of punishment.
Filial obedience is the first and greatest requisite of a state; by this we become good subjects to our emperors, capable of behaving with just subordination to our superiors, and grateful dependents on heaven; by this we become fonder of marriage, in order to be capable of exacting obedience from others in our turn; by this we become good magistrates, for early submission is the truest lesson to those who would learn to rule. By this the whole state may be said to resemble one family.
Fine declamation does not consist in flowery periods, delicate allusions of musical cadences, but in a plain, open, loose style, where the periods are long and obvious, where the same thought is often exhibited in several points of view.
For he who fights and runs away
May live to fight another day;
But he who is in battle slain
Can never rise and fight again.
For praise too dearly lov'd, or warmly sought,
Enfeebles all internal strength of thought;
And the weak soul within itself unblest,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
For the first time, the best may err, art may persuade, and novelty spread out its charms. The first fault is the child of simplicity; but every other the offspring of guilt.
Fortune is ever seen accompanying industry.
Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals.
Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once.
Good heav'n! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day,
That call'd them from their native walks away,
When the poor exiles, ev'ry pleasure past,
Hung round the bow'rs, and fondly look'd their last,
And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain,
For seats like these beyond the western main,
And shudd'ring still to face the distant deep,
Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep.
He casts off his friends, as a huntsman his pack,
For he new, when he pleased, he could whistle them back.
He watched and wept and prayed and felt for all.
He who fights and runs away
May live to fight another day.
But he who is in battle slain,
Can never rise to fight again.
Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.
Here Vanity assumes her pert grimace.
His best companions innocence and health, and his best riches ignorance of wealth.
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