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Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Thou great First Cause, least understood.
Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.
Thus, day by day, and month by month, we pass'd;
It pleas'd the Lord to take my spouse at last.
I tore my gown, I soil'd my locks with dust,
And beat my breasts--as wretched widows must.
Before my face my handkerchief I spread,
To hide the flood of tears I did--not shed.
Tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.
To be angry, is to revenge the fault of others upon ourselves.
To buy books only because they were published by an eminent printer is much as if a man should buy clothes that did not fit him, only because made by some famous tailor.
To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.
To heirs unknown descends th' unguarded store,
Or wanders, heaven-directed, to the poor.
To pardon those absurdities in ourselves which we cannot suffer in others is neither better nor worse than to be more willing to be fools ourselves than to have others so.
To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.
To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.
To whom can riches give repute or trust,
Content or pleasure, but the good and just?
Judges and senates have been bought for gold,
Esteem and love were never to be sold.
Trace science then, with modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity, or dress,
Or learning's luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum
Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come.
Trifles themselves are elegant in him.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.
True self-love and social are the same.
Truth needs no flowers of speech.
Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.
Tumultuous waves embroil'd the bellowing flood,
All trembling, deafen'd, and aghast we stood!
No more the vessel plough'd the dreadful wave,
Fear seized the mighty, and unnerved the brave.
Unerring Nature, still divinely bright,
One clear, unchanged, and universal light,
Life, force, and beauty must to all impart,
At once the source, and end, and test of art.
Vast chain of being, which from God began, Nature's ethereal, human, angel, man.
Virtue alone is happiness below.
We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.
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