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A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.
A brave man thinks no one his superior who does him an injury; for he has it then in his power to make himself his superior to the other by forgiving it.
A brave man thinks no one his superior who does him an injury; for he has it then in his power to make himself superior to the other by forgiving it.
A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
A field of glory is a field for all.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
A fool to pleasure, yet a slave to fame.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows;
One should our interests and our passions be,
My friend must hate the man that injures me.
A king may be a tool, a thing of straw; but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough; a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.
A man of business may talk of philosophy; a man who has none may practice it.
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
A sweet forgetfulness of human care.
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At every word a reputation dies.
A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.
A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal,
Is more than armies to the public weal.
A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
About this spring of ancient fame say true,
The dapper elves their moonlight sports renew;
Their pigmy king and little fairy queen
In circling dances gamboll'd on the green,
With tuneful sprites a merry concert made,
And airy music warbled through the shade.
Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.
- to Lord Chesterfield on using his pencil, according to John Taylor in "Records of My Life"
Act well your part; there all the honor lies.
Age and want sit smiling at the gate.
Alike reserved to blame, or to commend,
A timorous foe and a suspicious friend.
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see.
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