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'T is expectation makes a blessing dear.
Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.
Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies
From head to ears, and now from ears to eyes.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.
That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.
The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.
The character of covetousness, is what a man generally acquires more through some niggardliness or ill grace in little and inconsiderable things, than in expenses of any consequence.
The devil was piqued such saintship to behold, and longed to tempt him.
The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.
The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule,
That ev'ry man in want is knave or fool.
"God cannot love (says Blunt, with tearless eyes)
The wretch he starves"--and piously denies;
But the good bishop, with a meeker air,
Admits and leaves them Providence's care.
The grave where even the great find rest.
The greatest can but blaze and pass away.
The hour conceal'd and so remote the fear,
Death still draws nearer, never seeming near.
The laughers are a majority.
The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.
The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.
The lot of man, to suffer and to die.
The many-headed monster of the pit.
The modest fan was lifted up no more, and virgins smiled at what they blushed before.
The most positive men are the most credulous, since they most believe themselves, and advise most with their falsest flatterer and worst enemy--their own self-love.
The nations bleed where'er her steps she turns; the groan still deepens, and the combat burns.
The never-failing vice of fools.
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