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A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.
A garland for the hero's crest,
And twined by her he loves the best;
To every lovely lady bright,
What can I wish but faithful knight?
To every faithful lover, too,
What can I wish but lady true?
And knowledge to the studious sage;
And pillow soft to head of age.
To thee, dear school-boy, whom my lay
Has cheated of thy hour of play,
Light task and merry holiday!
To all, to each, a fair good-night,
And pleasing dreams and slumber light!
A man may with more impunity be guilty of an actual breach, either of real good breeding or good morals, than appear ignorant of the most minute points of fashionable etiquette.
A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
A sound head, an honest heart, and an humble spirit are the three best guides through time and to eternity.
A wilful man maun hae his way.
[A wilful man may have his way.]
Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.
All live by seeming.
The beggar begs with it, and the gay courtier
Gains land and title, rank and rule, by seeming;
The clergy scorn it not, and the bold soldier
Will eke with it his service.--All admit it,
All practise it; and he who is content
With showing what he is, shall have small credit
In church, or camp, or state.--So wags the world.
Ambition breaks the ties of blood, and forgets the obligations of gratitude.
And quick his colour went and came,
As fear and rage alternate rose.
And scenes, long fast, of joy and pain,
Came wildering o'er his aged brain.
At morn the blackcock trims his jetty wing,
'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay;
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
Of life reviving, with reviving day.
Better ride safe in the dark, says the proverb, than in the daylight with a cut-throat at your elbow.
Blood is thicker than water.
But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear.
But he who stems a stream with sand,
And fetters flame with flaxen band,
Has yet a harder task to prove--
By firm resolve to conquer love!
But he, whose humours spurn law's awful yoke,
Must herd with those, by whom law's bonds are broke.
But in the glances of his eye
A penetrating keen and sly
Expression found its home.
But shepherds know
How hot the mid-day sun shall glow
From the mist of morning sky.
But why pursue the common tale?
Or wherefore show how knights prevail,
When ladies dare to hear?
Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Come forth, old man,--thy daughter's side
Is now the fitting place for thee:
When time has quell'd the oak's bold pride,
The youthful tendril yet may hide,
The ruins of the parent tree.
Court not the critic's smile nor dread his frown.
Courtesy of temper, when it is used to veil churlishness of deed, is but a knight's girdle around the breast of a base clown.
Cutting honest throats by whispers.
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