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"Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there."
"To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long."
"Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow."
"Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel."
"Take God from nature, nothing great is left."
"Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!"
"Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun."
"Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes."
"The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety."
"Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall."
"Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!"
"What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!"
"Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more?"
"Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind."
"Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn."
"Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell."
"Who combats with a brother, wounds himself."
"A dedication is a wooden leg."
"The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours."
"Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid."