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There Is Nothing Magnanimous In Bearing Misfortunes With Fortitude, When The Whole World Is Looking On.... He Who, Without Friends To Encourage Or Even Without Hope To Alleviate His Misfortunes, Can Behave With Tranquility And Indifference, Is Truly Great.

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There Is Nothing Magnanimous

Oliver Goldsmith

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There Is Nothing Magnanimous In Bearing Misfortunes With Fortitude, When The Whole World Is Looking On.... He Who, Without Friends To Encourage Or Even Without Hope To Alleviate His Misfortunes, Can Behave With Tranquility And Indifference, Is Truly Great.

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Modesty Seldom Resides In A Breast That Is Not Enriched With Nobler Virtues.

Man Little Knows What Calamities Are Beyond His Patience To Bear Till He Tries Them; As In Ascending The Heights Of Ambition, Which Look Bright From Below, Every Step We Rise Shows Us Some New And Gloomy Prospect Of Hidden Disappointment; So In Our Descent From The Summits Of Pleasure, Though The Vale Of Misery Below May Appear, At First, Dark And Gloomy, Yet The Busy Mind, Still Attentive To Its Own Amusement, Finds, As We Descend, Something To Flatter And To Please. Still As We Approach, The Darkest Objects Appear To Brighten, And The Mortal Eye Becomes Adapted To Its Gloomy Situation.

At Night Returning, Every Labour Sped, He Sits Him Down, The Monarch Of A Shed; Smiles By His Cheerful Fire, And Round Surveys His Children's Looks, That Brighten At The Blaze; While His Lov'd Partner, Boastful Of Her Hoard, Displays Her Cleanly Platter On The Board.

Want Of Prudence Is Too Frequently The Want Of Virtue.

Tenderness Is A Virtue.

To What Fortuitous Occurrence Do We Not Owe Every Pleasure And Convenience Of Our Lives.

And What Is Friendship But A Name, A Charm That Lulls To Sleep, A Shade That Follows Wealth Or Fame, And Leaves The Wretch To Weep?

Of Praise A Mere Glutton, He Swallow'd What Came, And The Puff A Dunce, He Mistook It For Fame; Till His Relish Grown Callous, Almost To Displease, Who Pepper'd The Highest Was Surest To Please.

The Best Way To Make Your Audience Laugh Is To Start Laughing Yourself.

Why Was This Heart Of Mine Formed With So Much Sensibility! Or Why Not My Fortune Adapted To Its Impulses! Tenderness Without A Capacity Of Relieving Only Makes The Man Who Feels It More Wretched Than The Object Which Sues For Assistance.

Whatever Mitigates The Woes, Or Increases The Happiness Of Others, Is A Just Criterion Of Goodness; And Whatever Injures Society At Large, Or Any Individual In It, Is A Criterion Of Iniquity.

The Greatest Object In The Universe, Says A Certain Philosopher, Is A Good Man Struggling With Adversity; Yet There Is Still A Greater, Which Is The Good Man Who Comes To Relieve It.

Laws Grind The Poor, And Rich Men Rule The Law.

Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For Mankind.

The Heart Of Every Man Lies Open To The Shafts Of Correction If The Archer Can Take Proper Aim.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

The Ambitious Are Forever Followed By Adulation For They Receive The Most Pleasure From Flattery.

Both Wit And Understanding Are Trifles Without Integrity; It Is That Which Gives Value To Every Character. The Ignorant Peasant, Without Fault, Is Greater Than The Philosopher With Many; For What Is Genius Or Courage Without A Heart?

In Arguing Too, The Parson Own'd His Skill, For E'en Though Vanquish'd He Could Argue Still; While Words Of Learned Length And Thundering Sound Amaz'd The Gazing Rustics Rang'd Around; And Still They Gaz'd, And Still The Wonder Grew That One Small Head Could Carry All He Knew.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

Teach Erring Man To Spurn The Rage Of Gain.

The Malicious Sneer Is Improperly Called Laughter.

I Do Not Love A Man Who Is Zealous For Nothing.

I Can't Say Whether We Had More Wit Among Us Now Than Usual, But I Am Certain We Had More Laughing, Which Answered The End As Well.

Conscience Is A Coward, And Those Faults It Has Not Strength Enough To Prevent It Seldom Has Justice Enough To Accuse.

The Soul May Be Compared To A Field Of Battle, Where The Armies Are Ready Every Moment To Encounter. Not A Single Vice But Has A More Powerful Opponent, And Not One Virtue But May Be Overborne By A Combination Of Vices.

Eternal Blessings Crown My Earliest Friend, And Round His Dwelling Guardian Saints Attend.

Whatever Be The Motives Which Induce Men To Write,--whether Avarice Or Fame,--the Country Becomes More Wise And Happy In Which They Most Serve For Instructors.

In Two Opposite Opinions, If One Be Perfectly Reasonable, The Other Can't Be Perfectly Right.

The Fortunate Circumstances Of Our Lives Are Generally Found, At Last, To Be Of Our Own Producing.

The Volumes Of Antiquity, Like Medals, May Very Well Serve To Amuse The Curious, But The Works Of The Moderns, Like The Current Coin Of A Kingdom, Are Much Better For Immediate Use.

An Englishman Fears Contempt More Than Death.

People Seek Within A Short Span Of Life To Satisfy A Thousand Desires, Each Of Which Is Insatiable.

No Vernal Blooms Their Torpid Rocks Array, But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May; No Zephyr Fondly Sues The Mountain's Breast, But Meteors Glare, And Stormy Glooms Invest.

The Polite Of Every Country Seem To Have But One Character. A Gentleman Of Sweden Differs But Little, Except In Trifles, From One Of Any Other Country. It Is Among The Vulgar We Are To Find Those Distinctions Which Characterize A People.

The Youth Who Follows His Appetites Too Soon Seizes The Cup, Before It Has Received Its Best Ingredients, And By Anticipating His Pleasures, Robs The Remaining Parts Of Life Of Their Share, So That His Eagerness Only Produces Manhood Of Imbecility And An Age Of Pain.

Alas! The Joys That Fortune Brings Are Trifling, And Decay, And Those Who Prize The Trifling Things, More Trifling Still Than They.

Whatever The Skill Of Any Country May Be In The Sciences, It Is From Its Excellence In Polite Learning Alone That It Must Expect A Character From Posterity.

The World Is Like A Vast Sea: Mankind Like A Vessel Sailing On Its Tempestuous Bosom. ... [t]he Sciences Serve Us For Oars.

Here Lies David Garrick, Describe Me Who Can, An Abridgment Of All That Was Pleasant In Man.

Alike All Ages. Dames Of Ancient Days Have Led Their Children Through The Mirthful Maze, And The Gay Grandsire, Skill'd In Gestic Lore, Has Frisk'd Beneath The Burden Of Threescore.

Ask Me No Questions, And I'll Tell You No Lies.

The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind.

Girls Like To Be Played With And Rumpled A Little Too Sometimes.

Man Wants But Little Here Below, Nor Wants That Little Long.

To Make A Fine Gentleman, Several Trades Are Required, But Chiefly A Barber.

In All The Silent Manliness Of Grief.

To A Philosopher No Circumstance, However Trifling, Is Too Minute.

I Chose My Wife, As She Did Her Wedding Gown, For Qualities That Would Wear Well.

The Very Pink Of Perfection.

A Volcano May Be Considered As A Cannon Of Immense Size.

If Frugality Were Established In The State, And If Our Expenses Were Laid Out To Meet Needs Rather Than Superfluities Of Life, There Might Be Fewer Wants, And Even Fewer Pleasures, But Infinitely More Happiness.

The Jests Of The Rich Are Ever Successful.

A Mind Too Vigorous And Active, Serves Only To Consume The Body To Which It Is Joined.

I Was Ever Of The Opinion, That The Honest Man Who Married And Brought Up A Large Family, Did More Service Than He Who Continued Single, And Only Talked Of Population.

There Is Nothing So Absurd Or Ridiculous That Has Not At Some Time Been Said By Some Philosopher.

A Traveler Of Taste Will Notice That The Wise Are Polite All Over The World, But The Fool Only At Home.

Ridicule Has Even Been The Most Powerful Enemy Of Enthusiasm, And Properly The Only Antagonist That Can Be Opposed To It With Success.

Ceremonies Are Different In Every Country, But True Politeness Is Everywhere The Same.

The Watch-dog's Voice That Bay'd The Whispering Wind, And The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind.

Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View.

Prudery Is Ignorance.

Such Dainties To Them, Their Health It Might Hurt; It 's Like Sending Them Ruffles When Wanting A Shirt.

Friendship Is Made Up Of Esteem And Pleasure; Pity Is Composed Of Sorrow And Contempt: The Mind May For Some Time Fluctuate Between Them, But It Can Never Entertain Both At Once.

Trade's Proud Empire Hastes To Swift Decay.

All His Faults Are Such That One Loves Him Still The Better For Them.

Amid Thy Desert-walks The Lapwing Flies, And Tires Their Echoes With Unvaried Cries.

Fancy Restrained May Be Compared To A Fountain, Which Plays Highest By Diminishing The Aperture.

Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog And In That Town A Dog Was Found, As Many Dogs There Be, Both Mongrel, Puppy, Whelp, And Hound, And Curs Of Low Degree.

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On The Stage He Was Natural, Simple, Affecting, 'twas Only When He Was Off, He Was Acting.

Silence Gives Consent.

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Politeness Is The Result Of Good Sense And Good Nature.

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We Are All Sure Of Two Things, At Least; We Shall Suffer And We Shall All Die.

Aspiring Beggary Is Wretchedness Itself.

It Has Been Well Observed That Few Are Better Qualified To Give Others Advice Than Those Who Have Taken The Least Of It Themselves.

Who Pepper'd The Highest Was Surest To Please.

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Blame Where You Must, Be Candid Where You Can, And Be Each Critic The Good-natured Man.

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Fine Declamation Does Not Consist In Flowery Periods, Delicate Allusions Of Musical Cadences, But In A Plain, Open, Loose Style, Where The Periods Are Long And Obvious, Where The Same Thought Is Often Exhibited In Several Points Of View.

Whichever Way We Look The Prospect Is Disagreeable. Behind, We Have Left Pleasures We Shall Never Enjoy, And Therefore Regret; And Before, We See Pleasures Which We Languish To Possess, And Are Consequently Uneasy Till We Possess Them.

By Every Remove I Only Drag A Greater Length Of Chain.

The Life Of A Scholar Seldom Abounds With Adventure.

As Some Tall Cliff That Lifts Its Awful Form, Swells From The Vale, And Midway Leaves The Storm,- Though Round Its Breast The Rolling Clouds Are Spread, Eternal Sunshine Settles On Its Head.

I Have Seen Her And Sister Cry Over A Book For An Hour Together, And They Said, They Liked The Book The Better The More It Made Them Cry.

The Volume Of Nature Is The Book Of Knowledge.

If We Look Round The World, There Seem To Be Not Above Six Distinct Varieties In The Human Species, Each Of Which Is Strongly Marked, And Speaks The Kind Seldom To Have Mixed With Any Other. But There Is Nothing In The Shape, Nothing In The Faculties, That Shows Their Coming From Different Originals; And The Varieties Of Climate, Of Nourishment, And Custom, Are Sufficient To Produce Every Change.

Error Is Ever Talkative.

There Are But Few Talents Requisite To Become A Popular Preacher; For The People Are Easily Pleased If They Perceive Any Endeavors In The Orator To Please Them. The Meanest Qualifications Will Work This Effect If The Preacher Sincerely Sets About It.

As In Some Irish Houses, Where Things Are So-so, One Gammon Of Bacon Hangs Up For A Show; But, For Eating A Rasher Of What They Take Pride In, They'd As Soon Think Of Eating The Pan It Is Fried In.

Take A Dollar From A Thousand And It Will Be A Thousand No More.

Embosom'd In The Deep Where Holland Lies. Methinks Her Patient Sons Before Me Stand, Where The Broad Ocean Leans Against The Land.

By Sports Like These Are All Their Cares Beguil'd; The Sports Of Children Satisfy The Child.

Every Acknowledgment Of Gratitude Is A Circumstance Of Humiliation; And Some Are Found To Submit To Frequent Mortifications Of This Kind, Proclaiming What Obligations They Owe, Merely Because They Think It In Some Measure Cancels The Debt.

All That A Husband Or Wife Really Wants Is To Be Pitied A Little, Praised A Little, And Appreciated A Little.

Silence Is Become His Mother Tongue.

Blest Be Those Feasts, With Simple Plenty Crowned, Where All The Ruddy Family Around Laugh At The Jests Or Pranks That Never Fail Or Sigh With Pity At Some Mournful Tale.

In My Time, The Follies Of The Town Crept Slowly Among Us, But Now They Travel Faster Than A Stagecoach.

But Times Are Alter'd; Trade's Unfeeling Train Usurp The Land, And Dispossess The Swain; Along The Lawn, Where Scatter'd Hamlets Rose, Unwieldy Wealth And Cumbrous Pomp Repose.

When A Person Has No Need To Borrow They Find Multitudes Willing To Lend.

Them That Asks No Questions Isn't Told A Lie.

One Writer, For Instance, Excels At A Plan Or A Title Page, Another Works Away At The Body Of The Book, And A Third Is A Dab At An Index.

Careless Their Merits Or Their Faults To Scan, His Pity Gave Ere Charity Began. Thus To Relieve The Wretched Was His Pride, And Even His Failings Lean'd To Virtue's Side.

Our Chief Comforts Often Produce Our Greatest Anxieties, And The Increase In Our Possessions Is But An Inlet To New Disquietudes.

The Little Mind Who Loves Itself, Will Wr'te And Think With The Vulgar; But The Great Mind Will Be Bravely Eccentric, And Scorn The Beaten Road, From Universal Benevolence.

And Fools Who Came To Scoff Remain'd To Pray.

In All My Wanderings Round This World Of Care, In All My Griefs-and God Has Given My Share- I Still Had Hopes My Latest Hours To Crown, Amidst These Humble Bowers To Lay Me Down.

I Learn Several Great Truths; As That It Is Impossible To See Into The Ways Of Futurity, That Punishment Always Attends The Villain, That Love Is The Fond Soother Of The Human Breast.

Pride In Their Port, Defiance In Their Eye, I See The Lords Of Humankind Pass By.

As For Disappointing Them I Should Not So Much Mind; But I Can't Abide To Disappoint Myself.

I Love Everything That's Old, - Old Friends, Old Times, Old Manners, Old Books, Old Wine.

If You Were To Make Little Fishes Talk, They Would Talk Like Whales.

Is It That Nature, Attentive To The Preservation Of Mankind, Increases Our Wishes To Live, While She Lessens Our Enjoyments, And As She Robs The Senses Of Every Pleasure, Equips Imag-ination In The Spoil?

Wisdom Makes A Slow Defense Against Trouble, Though A Sure One In The End.

Paltry Affectation, Strained Allusions, And Disgusting Finery Are Easily Attained By Those Who Choose To Wear Them; They Are But Too Frequently The Badges Of Ignorance Or Of Stupidity, Whenever It Would Endeavor To Please.

Unequal Combinations Are Always Disadvantageous To The Weaker Side.

Fortune Is Ever Seen Accompanying Industry.

What If In Scotland's Wilds We Viel'd Our Head, Where Tempests Whistle Round The Sordid Bed; Where The Rug's Two-fold Use We Might Display, By Night A Blanket, And A Plaid By Day.

There Is A Greatness In Being Generous, And There Is Only Simple Justice In Satisfying Creditors. Generosity Is The Part Of The Soul Raised Above The Vulgar.

We May Affirm Of Mr. Buffon, That Which Has Been Said Of The Chemists Of Old; Though He May Have Failed In Attaining His Principal Aim, Of Establishing A Theory, Yet He Has Brought Together Such A Multitude Of Facts Relative To The History Of The Earth, And The Nature Of Its Fossil Productions, That Curiosity Finds Ample Compensation, Even While It Feels The Want Of Conviction.

He Makes A Very Handsome Corpse And Becomes His Coffin Prodigiously.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learn'd To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face; Full Well They Laugh'd With Counterfeited Glee At All His Jokes, For Many A Joke Had He; Full Well The Busy Whisper Circling Round Convey'd The Dismal Tidings When He Frown'd. Yet Was He Kind, Or If Severe In Aught, The Love He Bore To Learning Was In Fault; The Village All Declar'd How Much He Knew, 'twas Certain He Could Write And Cipher Too.

Men May Be Very Learned, And Yet Very Miserable; It Is Easy To Be A Deep Geometrician, Or A Sublime Astronomer, But Very Difficult To Be A Good Man. I Esteem, Therefore, The Traveller Who Instructs The Heart, But Despise Him Who Only Indulges The Imagination. A Man Who Leaves Home To Mend Himself And Others, Is A Philosopher; But He Who Goes From Country To Country, Guided By The Blind Impulse Of Curiosity, Is Only A Vagabond.

Truth From His Lips Prevailed With Double Sway, And Fools, Who Came To Scoff, Remained To Pray.

Life At The Greatest And Best Is But A Froward Child, That Must Be Humored And Coaxed A Little Till It Falls Asleep, And Then All The Care Is Over.

Thus Let Me Hold Thee To My Heart, And Every Care Resign: And We Shall Never, Never Part, My Life-my All That's Mine!

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.

Wept O'er His Wounds, Or Tales Of Sorrow Done, Shoulder'd His Crutch, And Shew'd How Fields Were Won.

Could A Man Live By It, It Were Not Unpleasant Employment To Be A Poet.

O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

They Say Women And Music Should Never Be Dated.

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Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper

The Pregnant Quarry Teem'd With Human Form.

Were I To Be Angry At Men Being Fools, I Could Here Find Ample Room For Declamation; But, Alas! I Have Been A Fool Myself; And Why Should I Be Angry With Them For Being Something So Natural To Every Child Of Humanity?

Write How You Want, The Critic Shall Show The World You Could Have Written Better.

That Virtue Which Requires To Be Ever Guarded Is Scarce Worth The Sentinel.

I Find You Want Me To Furnish You With Argument And Intellects Too. No, Sir, These, I Protest You, Are Too Hard For Me.

Titles And Mottoes To Books Are Like Escutcheons And Dignities In The Hands Of A King. The Wise Sometimes Condescend To Accept Of Them; But None But A Fool Would Imagine Them Of Any Real Importance. We Ought To Depend Upon Intrinsic Merit, And Not The Slender Helps Of The Title.

Wit Generally Succeeds More From Being Happily Addressed Than From Its Native Poignancy. A Jest, Calculated To Spread At A Gaming-table, May Be Received With, Perfect Indifference Should It Happen To Drop In A Mackerel-boat.

Her Modest Looks The Cottage Might Adorn, Sweet As The Primrose Peeps Beneath The Thorn.

To Me More Dear, Congenial To My Heart, One Native Charm, Than All The Gloss Of Art.

Logicians Have But Ill Defined As Rational The Human Mind; Reason, They Say, Belongs To Man, But Let Them Prove It If They Can.

This Is That Eloquence The Ancients Represented As Lightning, Bearing Down Every Opposer; This The Power Which Has Turned Whole Assemblies Into Astonishment, Admiration And Awe- - That Is Described By The Torrent, The Flame, And Every Other Instance Of Irresistible Impetuosity.

The Wretch Condemn'd With Life To Part, Still, Still On Hope Relies; And Every Pang That Rends The Heart Bids Expectation Rise.

There Is Yet A Silent Agony In Which The Mind Appears To Disdain All External Help, And Broods Over Its Distresses With Gloomy Reserve. This Is The Most Dangerous State Of Mind; Accidents Or Friendships May Lessen The Louder Kinds Of Grief, But All Remedies For This Must Be Had From Within, And There Despair Too Often Finds The Most Deadly Enemy.

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What We Say Of A Thing That Has Just Come In Fashion And That Which We Do With The Dead, Is The Name Of The Honestest Man In The Nation: What More Of A Man Can Be Said?

If We Do Not Find Happiness In The Present Moment, In What Shall We Find It?

And His Best Riches, Ignorance Of Wealth.

It Is Impossible To Combat Enthusiasm With Reason; For Though It Makes A Show Of Resistance, It Soon Eludes The Pressure, Refers You To Distinctions Not To Be Understood, And Feelings Which It Cannot Explain. A Man Who Would Endeavor To Fix An Enthusiast By Argument Might As Well Attempt To Spread Quicksilver With His Finger.

To The Last Moment Of His Breath, On Hope The Wretch Relies; And Even The Pang Preceding Death Bids Expectation Rise.

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Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay. Princes And Lords May Flourish Or May Fade,- A Breath Can Make Them, As A Breath Has Made; But A Bold Peasantry, Their Country's Pride, When Once Destroy'd, Can Never Be Supplied.

It World Be Well Had We More Misers Than We Have Among Us.

You Can Preach A Better Sermon With Your Life Than With Your Lips.

The Hours We Pass With Happy Prospects In View Are More Pleasing Than Those Crowded With Fruition.

Success Consists Of Getting Up Just One More Time Than You Fall.

How Wide The Limits Stand Between A Splendid And A Happy Land.

Even Children Follow'd With Endearing Wile, And Pluck'd His Gown, To Share The Good Man's Smile.

The Folly Of Others Is Ever Most Ridiculous To Those Who Are Themselves Most Foolish.

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All Is Not Gold That Glitters, Pleasure Seems Sweet, But Proves A Glass Of Bitters

Hope Is Such A Bait, It Covers Any Hook.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.

The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends, Went Mad, And Bit The Man.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love.

Absence, Like Death, Sets A Seal On The Image Of Those We Love: We Cannot Realize The Intervening Changes Which Time May Have Effected.

For The First Time, The Best May Err, Art May Persuade, And Novelty Spread Out Its Charms. The First Fault Is The Child Of Simplicity; But Every Other The Offspring Of Guilt.

Though Very Poor, May Still Be Very Blest.

This Same Philosophy Is A Good Horse In The Stable, But An Arrant Jade On A Journey.

Nothing Is So Contemptible As That Affectation Of Wisdom, Which Some Display, By Universal Incredulity.

Every Want That Stimulates The Breast Becomes A Source Of Pleasure When Redressed.

In A Polite Age Almost Every Person Becomes A Reader, And Receives More Instruction From The Press Than The Pulpit.

But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May.

There Is Probably No Country So Barbarous That Would Not Disclose All It Knew, If It Received Equivalent Information; And I Am Apt To Think That A Person Who Was Ready To Give More Knowledge Than He Received Would Be Welcome Wherever He Came.

You, That Are Going To Be Married, Think Things Can Never Be Done Too Fast: But We That Are Old, And Know What We Are About, Must Elope Methodically, Madam.

The Ingratitude Of The World Can Never Deprive Us Of The Conscious Happiness Of Having Acted With Humanity Ourselves.

Life Has Been Compared To A Race, But The Allusion Improves By Observing, That The Most Swift Are Usually The Least Manageable And The Most Likely To Stray From The Course. Great Abilities Have Always Been Less Serviceable To The Possessors Than Moderate Ones.

Aromatic Plants Bestow No Spicy Fragrance While They Grow; But Crush'd Or Trodden To The Ground, Diffuse Their Balmy Sweets Around.

A Great Source Of Calamity Lies In Regret And Anticipation; Therefore A Person Is Wise Who Thinks Of The Present Alone, Regardless Of The Past Or Future.

Where'er I Roam, Whatever Realms To See, My Heart Untravelled, Fondly Turns To Thee; Still To My Brother Turns, With Ceaseless Pain, And Drags At Each Remove A Lengthening Chain.

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The Work Of Eradicating Crimes Is Not By Making Punishment Familiar, But Formidable.

The Person Whose Clothes Are Extremely Fine I Am Too Apt To Consider As Not Being Possessed Of Any Superiority Of Fortune, But Resembling Those Indians Who Are Found To Wear All The Gold They Have In The World In A Bob At The Nose.

We Had No Revolutions To Fear, Nor Fatigues To Undergo; All Our Adventures Were By The Fireside, And All Our Migrations From The Blue Bed To The Brown.

A Kind And Gentle Heart He Had, To Comfort Friends And Foes; The Naked Every Day He Clad When He Put On His Clothes.

Sweet Was The Sound, When Oft, At Evening's Close, Up Yonder Hill The Village Murmur Rose; There As I Passed, With Careless Steps And Slow, The Mingling Notes Came Soften'd From Below; The Swain Responsive As The Milkmaid Sung, The Sober Herd That Low'd To Meet Their Young; The Noisy Geese That Gabbled O'er The Pool, The Playful Children Just Let Loose From School; The Watch-dog's Voice That Bay'd The Whispering Wind, And The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind; These All In Sweet Confusion Sought The Shade, And Fill'd Each Pause The Nightingale Had Made.

Those Who Think Must Govern Those That Toil.

To Husband Out Life's Taper At The Close, And Keep The Flames From Wasting By Repose.

Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.

To Aim At Excellence, Our Reputation, And Friends, And All Must Be Ventured; To Aim At The Average We Run No Risk And Provide Little Service.

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