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A Christian's wit is offensive light,
A beam that aids, but never grieves the sight;
Vig'rous in age as in the flush of youth,
'Tis always active on the side of truth.
A fool may now and then be right by chance.
A fool must now and then be right by chance.
- [Folly : Proverbs]
A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.
A lawyer's dealings should be just and fair;
Honesty shines with great advantage there.
A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
A snug and friendly game at cards.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
Adored through fear, strong only to destroy.
Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense? I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
All affectation; 'tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.
All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.
Am I to set my life upon a throw,
Because a bear is rude and surly? No--
A moral, sensible, and well-bred man,
Will not affront me, and no other can.
And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes,
Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Behold the picture! Is it like? Like whom?
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip
And then skip down again. Pronounce a text,
Cry hem; and reading what they never wrote,
Just fifteen minutes huddle up their work,
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene.
Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
But poverty, with most who whimper forth
Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe;
The effect of laziness, or sottish write.
But slaves that once conceive the glowing thought
Of freedom, in that hope itself possess
All that the contest calls for; spirit, strength,
The scorn of danger, and united hearts,
The surest presage of the good they seek.
But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!
"Can this be true"? an arch observer cries,--
"Yes," rather moved, "I saw it with these eyes."
"Sir! I believe it on that ground alone;
I could not had I seen it with my own."
Come, evening, once again, season of peace;
Return, sweet evening, and continue long!
Methinks I see thee in the streaky west,
With matron step, slow moving, while the night
Treads on thy sweeping train; one hand employ'd
In letting fall the curtain of repose
On bird and beast, the other charged for man
With sweet oblivion of the cares of day.
Doing nothing with a deal of skill.
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