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And deal damnation round the land. - The Universal Prayer (st. 7) [Power] The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole, Can never be a mouse of any soul. - The Wife of Bath--Her Prologue (l. 298) [Mice] Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few. - Thoughts on Various Subjects [Politics] Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven. - Thoughts on Various Subjects [Wit] The people's voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God. - To Augustus (bk. II, ep. I, l. 89) [Public] But if the first Eve Hard doom did receive When only one apple had she, What a punishment new Must be found out for you, Who eating hath robb'd the whole tree. - To Lady Montague [Punishment] Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year. - To Mrs. M.B. (l. 9) [Birthday] Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content, And the gay conscience of a life well spent, Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace, Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face. - To Mrs. M.B. on her Birthday [Conscience] For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. - To Murray (ep. VI of "Horace", l. 26) [Religion] The glorious fault of angels and of gods. - To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady (l. 14) [Faults] And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show. - To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady (l. 57) [Misery] Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam: Know, sense, like charity, begins at home. - Umbra [Sense] Father of All! in every age, In every clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! - Universal Prayer [Prayer] If I am right, Thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way! - Universal Prayer [Prayer] The Great First Cause, least understood. - Universal Prayer [God] To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me. - Universal Prayer [Mercy] What Conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do; This teach me more than Hell to shun, That more than Heav'n pursue. - Universal Prayer [Conscience] Once (says an Author; where, I need not say) Two Trav'lers found an Oyster in their way; Both fierce, both hungry; the dispute grew strong, While Scale in hand Dame Justice pass'd along. Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws. Explain'd the matter, and would win the cause, Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful Right, Takes, open, swallows it, before their sight. The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well, "There take" (says Justice), "take ye each a shell. We thrive at Westminster on Fools like you: 'Twas a fat oyster--live in peace--Adieu." - Verbatim from Boileau [Law] They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake. - Wife of Bath (l. 103) [Wooing] There swims no goose so gray, but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate. - Wife of Bath--Her Prologue, from Chaucer, l. 98 [Matrimony] But as the world, harmoniously confused, Where order in variety we see; And where, tho' all things differ, all agree. - Windsor Forest [World] Here blushing Flora paints th' enamell'd ground. - Windsor Forest [Flowers] See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. - Windsor Forest (l. 111) [Pheasants] Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where tho' all things differ, all agree. - Windsor Forest (l. 13) [Order] In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade, Where cooling vapors breathe along the mead, The patient fisher takes his silent stand, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand; With looks unmov'd, he hopes the scaly breed, And eyes the dancing cork, and bending reed. - Windsor Forest (l. 135) [Fishing] Displaying page 33 of 34 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 [33] 34
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