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There is a proud modesty in merit.
There's a proud modesty in merit!
Averse from asking, and resolv'd to pay
Ten times the gifts it asks.
There's a spirit above, and a spirit below,
A spirit of joy, and a spirit of woe,
The spirit above is the spirit divine,
The spirit below is the spirit of wine.[Unattributed--[written about 1825]} Wicked spirits may by their cunning carry further in a seeming confederacy or subserviency to the designs of a good angel.
- written about 1825 [Spirits]
These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.
They conquer who believe they can.
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
They live too long who happiness outlive.
This famine has a sharp and meagre face;
'Tis death in an undress of skin and bone,
Where age and youth, their landmark, ta'en away,
Look all one common sorrow.
This hand, I cannot but in death resign!
Those fair ideas to my aid I'll call, and emulate to my great original.
Those wanting wit, affect gravity and go by the name of solid men.
Those who accuse him to have wanted learning give him the greater commendation.
Those who are prosperously unjust are entitled to panegyric, but afflicted virtue is stabbed with reproaches.
Those who believe that the praises which arise from valor are superior to those which proceed from any other virtues have not considered.
Those whom God to ruin has design'd,
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
Thou strong seducer, opportunity! of womankind, half are undone by thee.
Thoughts cannot form themselves in words so horrid
As can express my guilt.
Thy shape in every part so clean as might instruct the sculptor's art.
Time's abyss, the common grave of all.
'Tis some relief, that points not clearly known,
Without much hazard may be let alone;
And, after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private reason 'tis more just to curb,
Than by disputes the public peace disturb;
For points obscure are of small use to learn,
But common quiet is mankind's concern.
To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.
To so perverse a sex all grace is vain.
To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free,
These are imperial arts.
To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.
- [Today : Tomorrow]
Too curious mans! why dost thou seek to know
Events, which, good or ill, foreknown, are woe!
Th' all-seeing power, that made thee mortal, gave
Thee every thing a mortal state should have.
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