Background Image

...

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.

-Oliver Goldsmith

...

Please Wait....
Translating....

Wit Generally Succeeds More

Oliver Goldsmith

...

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.

Views: 27724

Topic

More From Oliver Goldsmith

Unequal Combinations Are Always Disadvantageous To The Weaker Side.

Processions, Cavalcades, And All That Fund Of Gay Frippery, Furnished Out By Tailors, Barbers, And Tire-women, Mechanically Influence The Mind Into Veneration; An Emperor In His Nightcap Would Not Meet With Half The Respect Of An Emperor With A Crown.

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?

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.

Hope Is Such A Bait, It Covers Any Hook.

But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May.

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

Good Counsel Rejected Returns To Enrich The Givers Bosom.

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

The Nakedness Of The Indigent World May Be Clothed From The Trimmings Of The Vain.

Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For Mankind.

The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind.

Where Wealth Accumulates, Men Decay.

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.

Ridicule Has Always Been The Enemy Of Enthusiasm, And The Only Worthy Opponent To Ridicule Is Success.

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

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 Wisdom Of The Ignorant Somewhat Resembles The Instinct Of Animals; It Is Diffused In But A Very Narrow Sphere, But Within The Circle It Acts With Vigor, Uniformity, And Success.

Pity, Though It May Often Relieve, Is But, At Best, A Short-lived Passion, And Seldom Affords Distress More Than Transitory Assistance; With Some It Scarce Lasts From The First Impulse Till The Hand Can Be Put Into The Pocket.

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.

Taste Is The Power Of Relishing Or Rejecting Whatever Is Offered For The Entertainment Of The Imagination.

And His Best Riches, Ignorance Of Wealth.

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

Error Is Always Talkative.

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

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

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.

There Is Unspeakable Pleasure Attending The Life Of A Voluntary Student.

Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

As Writers Become More Numerous, It Is Natural For Readers To Become More Indolent; Whence Must Necessarily Arise A Desire Of Attaining Knowledge With The Greatest Possible Ease.

A Boy Will Learn More True Wisdom In A Public School In A Year Than By A Private Education In Five. It Is Not From Masters, But From Their Equals, That Youth Learn A Knowledge Of The World.

Crime Generally Punishes Itself.

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

Good People All, With One Accord, Lament For Madam Blaize, Who Never Wanted A Good Word From Those Who Spoke Her Praise.

The Man Recovered Of The Bite, The Dog It Was That Died.

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.

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

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.

But Me, Not Destined Such Delights To Share, My Prime Of Life In Wandering Spent And Care; Impell'd, With Steps Unceasing, To Pursue Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View That, Like The Circle Bounding Earth And Skies, Allures From Far, Yet, As I Follow, Flies; My Fortune Leads To Traverse Reams Alone, And Find No Spot Of All The World My Own.

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.

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

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.

While Selfishness Joins Hands With No One Of The Virtues, Benevolence Is Allied To Them All.

O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

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

Prudery Is Ignorance.

Vain, Very Vain, My Weary Search To Find That Bliss Which Only Centers In The Mind.

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

It Is Not Easy To Recover An Art When Once Lost.

Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend It.

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

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?

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

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.

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

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.

I Hate The French Because They Are All Slaves And Wear Wooden Shoes.

Whenever You See A Gaming Table Be Sure To Know Fortune Is Not There. Rather She Is Always In The Company Of Industry.

Fear Guides More Than Gratitude.

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

Let Observation With Observant View, Observe Mankind From China To Peru.

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.

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

He Cast Off His Friends As A Huntsman His Pack, For He Knew When He Pleas'd He Could Whistle Them Back.

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

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper

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

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

Of All Kinds Of Ambition, That Which Pursues Poetical Fame Is The Wildest

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.

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

Aspiring Beggary Is Wretchedness Itself.

With Disadvantages Enough To Bring Him To Humility, A Scotsman Is One Of The Proudest Things Alive.

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

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.

Surely The Best Way To Meet The Enemy Is Head On In The Field And Not Wait Till They Plunder Our Very Homes.

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?

Teach Erring Man To Spurn The Rage Of Gain.

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

See Me, How Calm I Am. Ay, People Are Generally Calm At The Misfortunes Of Others.

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.

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.

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

Nobody With Me At Sea But Myself.

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

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

Those Who Place Their Affections At First On Trifles For Amusement, Will Find These Trifles Become At Last Their Most Serious Concerns.

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

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.

Thus 'tis With All; Their Chief And Constant Care Is To Seem Everything But What They Are.

As For Murmurs, Mother, We Grumble A Little Now And Then, To Be Sure; But There's No Love Lost Between Us.

He Who Fights And Runs Away May Live To Fight Another Day.

To Be Poor, And To Seem Poor, Is A Certain Method Never To Rise.

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?

True Generosity Is A Duty As Indispensably Necessary As Those Imposed On Us By Law.

Romance And Novel Paint Beauty In Colors More Charming Than Nature, And Describe A Happiness That Humans Never Taste. How Deceptive And Destructive Are Those Pictures Of Consummate Bliss!

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

The Hawthorn Bush, With Seats Beneath The Shade, For Talking Age And Whispering Lovers Made.

They Say Women And Music Should Never Be Dated.

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.

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

In Proportion As Society Refines, New Books Must Ever Become More Necessary.

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

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

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

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.

Such Is The Patriot's Boast, Where'er We Roam, His First Best Country Ever Is At Home.

The Jests Of The Rich Are Ever Successful.

When We Take A Slight Survey Of The Surface Of Our Globe A Thousand Objects Offer Themselves Which, Though Long Known, Yet Still Demand Our Curiosity.

The English Laws Punish Vice; The Chinese Laws Do More, They Reward Virtue.

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

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

Like The Bee, We Should Make Our Industry Our Amusement.

There Is One Way By Which A Strolling Player May Be Ever Secure Of Success; That Is, In Our Theatrical Way Of Expressing It, To Make A Great Deal Of The Character. To Speak And Act As In Common Life Is Not Playing, Nor Is It What People Come To See; Natural Speaking, Like Sweet Wine, Runs Glibly Over The Palate And Scarcely Leaves Any Taste Behind It; But Being High In A Part Resembles Vinegar, Which Grates Upon The Taste, And One Feels It While He Is Drinking.

Life Is A Journey That Must Be Traveled No Matter How Bad The Roads And Accommodations.

Let Schoolmasters Puzzle Their Brain, With Grammar, And Nonsense, And Learning, Good Liquor, I Stoutly Maintain, Gives Genius A Better Discerning.

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.

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

While Resignation Gently Slopes Away, And All His Prospects Brightening To The Last, His Heaven Commences Ere The World Be Past.

Politeness Is The Result Of Good Sense And Good Nature.

The Pictures Placed For Ornament And Use, The Twelve Good Rules, The Royal Game Of Goose.

Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View.

Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.

The Genteel Thing Is The Genteel Thing Any Time, If As Be That A Gentleman Bees In A Concatenation Accordingly.

The Way To Acquire Lasting Esteem Is Not By The Fewness Of A Writer's Faults, But The Greatness Of His Beauties, And Our Noblest Works Are Generally Most Replete With Both.

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.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love.

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

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

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

An Emperor In His Nightcap Will Not Meet With Half The Respect Of An Emperor With A Crown.

They Please, Are Pleas'd, They Give To Get Esteem Till, Seeming Blest, They Grow To What They Seem.

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.

Missing Someone

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

And E'en While Fashion's Brightest Arts Decoy, The Heart Distrusting Asks If This Be Joy.

Filial Obedience Is The First And Greatest Requisite Of A State; By This We Become Good Subjects To Our Emperors, Capable Of Behaving With Just Subordination To Our Superiors, And Grateful Dependents On Heaven; By This We Become Fonder Of Marriage, In Order To Be Capable Of Exacting Obedience From Others In Our Turn; By This We Become Good Magistrates, For Early Submission Is The Truest Lesson To Those Who Would Learn To Rule. By This The Whole State May Be Said To Resemble One Family.

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

Silence Is Become His Mother Tongue.

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?

Want Of Prudence Is Too Frequently The Want Of Virtue.

I Have Visited Many Countries, And Have Been In Cities Without Number, Yet Never Did I Enter A Town Which Could Not Produce Ten Or Twelve Little Great Men; All Fancying Themselves Known To The Rest Of The World, And Complimenting Each Other Upon Their Extensive Reputation.

One Should Not Quarrel With A Dog Without A Reason Sufficient To Vindicate One Through All The Courts Of Morality.

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.

Who Mix'd Reason With Pleasure, And Wisdom With Mirth: If He Had Any Faults, He Has Left Us In Doubt.

All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is Fled.

Age, That Lessens The Enjoyment Of Life, Increases Our Desire Of Living

Little Things Are Great To Little Men.

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

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

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, And Finds Too Late That Men Betray, What Charm Can Soothe Her Melancholy, What Art Can Wash Her Guilt Away?

Trade's Proud Empire Hastes To Swift Decay.

Popular Glory Is A Perfect Coquette; Her Lovers Must Toil, Feel Every Inquietude, Indulge Every Caprice, And Perhaps At Last Be Jilted Into The Bargain. True Glory, On The Other Hand, Resembles A Woman Of Sense; Her Admirers Must Play No Tricks. They Feel No Great Anxiety, For They Are Sure In The End Of Being Rewarded In Proportion To Their Merit.

All That Philosophy Can Teach Is To Be Stubborn Or Sullen Under Misfortunes.

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!

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.

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.

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.

Tenderness Is A Virtue.

Near Yonder Thorn, That Lifts Its Head On High, Where Once The Sign-post Caught The Passing Eye, Low Lies That House Where Nut-brown Draughts Inspired, Where Graybeard Mirth And Smiling Toil Retired, Where Village Statesmen Talk'd With Looks Profound, And News Much Older Than Their Ale Went Round.

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

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

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.

If One Wishes To Become Rich They Must Appear Rich.

Books Are Necessary To Correct The Vices Of The Polite; But Those Vices Are Ever Changing, And The Antidote Should Be Changed Accordingly Should Still Be New.

For Just Experience Tells, In Every Soil, That Those That Think Must Govern Those That Toil.

Philosophy Can Add To Our Happiness In No Other Manner But By Diminishing Our Misery; It Should Not Pretend To Increase Our Present Stock, But Make Us Economists Of What We Are Possessed Of. Happy Were We All Born Philosophers; All Born With A Talent Of Thus Dissipating Our Own Cares By Spreading Them Upon All Mankind.

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.

Philosophy ... Should Not Pretend To Increase Our Present Stock, But Make Us Economists Of What We Are Possessed Of.

A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year.

One Man Is Born With A Silver Spoon In His Mouth, And The Other With A Wooden Ladle.

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.

The Volume Of Nature Is The Book Of Knowledge.

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.

When Any One Of Our Relations Was Found To Be A Person Of A Very Bad Character, A Troublesome Guest, Or One We Desired To Get Rid Of, Upon His Leaving My House I Ever Took Care To Lend Him A Riding-coat, Or A Pair Of Boots, Or Sometimes A Horse Of Small Value, And I Always Had The Satisfaction Of Finding He Never Came Back To Return Them.

The Whitewash'd Wall, The Nicely Sanded Floor, The Varnish'd Clock That Click'd Behind The Door; The Chest, Contriv'd A Double Debt To Pay,- A Bed By Night, A Chest Of Drawers By Day.

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

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.

The Pregnant Quarry Teem'd With Human Form.

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

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

The Life Of A Scholar Seldom Abounds With Adventure.

Who, Born For The Universe, Narrow'd His Mind, And To Party Gave Up What Was Meant For Mankind; Though Fraught With All Learning, Yet Straining His Throat To Persuade Tommy Townshend To Lend Him A Vote. Who Too Deep For His Hearers Still Went On Refining, And Thought Of Convincing While They Thought Of Dining: Though Equal To All Things, For All Things Unfit; Too Nice For A Statesman, Too Proud For A Wit.

And As A Bird Each Fond Endearment Tries To Tempt Its New-fledg'd Offspring To The Skies, He Tried Each Art, Reprov'd Each Dull Delay, Allur'd To Brighter Worlds, And Led The Way.

Turn, Gentle Hermit Of The Dale, And Guide My Lonely Way To Where Yon Taper Cheers The Vale With Hospitable Ray.

True Generosity Is A Duty As Indispensably Necessary As Those Imposed Upon Us By The Law. It Is A Rule Imposed Upon Us By Reason, Which Should Be The Sovereign Law Of A Rational Being.

I Have Found By Experience That They Who Have Spent All Their Lives In Cities Contract Not Only An Effeminacy Of Habit, But Of Thinking.

Our Pleasures Are Short, And Can Only Charm At Intervals; Love Is A Method Of Protraction Our Greatest Pleasure.

What Real Good Does An Addition To A Fortune Already Sufficient Procure? Not Any. Could The Great Man, By Having His Fortune Increased, Increase Also His Appetites, Then Precedence Might Be Attended With Real Amusement.

I Have Known A German Prince With More Titles Than Subjects, And A Spanish Nobleman With More Names Than Shirts.

Near Yonder Copse, Where Once The Garden Smil'd, And Still Where Many A Garden Flower Grows Wild, There, Where A Few Torn Shrubs The Place Disclose, The Village Preacher's Modest Mansion Rose. A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year; Remote From Town's He Ran His Godly Race, Nor E'er Had Chang'd Nor Wish'd To Change His Place; Unskilful He To Fawn, Or Seek For Power, By Doctrines Fashion'd To The Varying Hour; Far Other Aims His Heart Had Learn'd To Prize. More Bent To Raise The Wretched Than To Rise.

Who Pepper'd The Highest Was Surest To Please.

Fortune Is Ever Seen Accompanying Industry.

Trending Author

Kjell Magne Bondevik

Virchand Gandhi

Category