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Quotes by George Crabbe
'Twas good advice, and meant, "My son, be good."— filed under Advice
Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food.— filed under Books
"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak, They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek, From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place."— filed under Churches
What is a church? Our honest sexton tells, 'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.— filed under Churches
Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend, Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend; But if he will thy friendly checks forego, Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!— filed under Conscience
That all men would be cowards if they dare, Some men we know have courage to declare.— filed under Cowardice-Cowards
The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies.— filed under Cowardice-Cowards
Man yields to custom, as he bows to fate, In all things ruled-mind, body, and estate; In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply To them we know not, and we know not why.— filed under Dancing
In this fool's paradise he drank delight. S.— filed under Delight
In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.— filed under Experience
To show the world what long experience gains, Requires not courage, though it calls for pains; But at life's outset to inform mankind Is a bold effort of a valiant mind. C.— filed under Experience
Pp. 26-27. The face the index of a feeling mind.— filed under Face
Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood, He tried the luxury of doing good.— filed under Goodness
Habit with him was all the test of truth; "It must be right: I've done it from my youth."— filed under Habit
P. 67. Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.— filed under Heart
Let's learn to live, for we must die alone.— filed under Life
Life is not measured by the time we live.— filed under Life
Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views, Life's little cares and little pains refuse? Shall he not rather feel a double share Of mortal woe, when doubly arm'd to bear?— filed under Life
But monuments themselves memorials need.— filed under Monuments
Oh! rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
The Ninth Paradise. In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.— filed under Paradise
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains, But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.— filed under Patience
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme? Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread, By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?— filed under Poetry
Cut and come again. dd.— filed under Proverbs
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.— filed under Quackery
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash, The daring tribe compound their boasted trash- Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill; All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.— filed under Quackery
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!— filed under Repentance
to the Compromise Measure. But 'twas a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide.— filed under Rights
Come, now again, thy woes impart, Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin; We cannot heal the throbbing heart Till we discern the wounds within.— filed under Sin
Air. Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.— filed under Snow
Temp'rate in every place-abroad, at home, Thence will applause, and hence will profit come; And health from either-he in time prepares For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.— filed under Temperance
See Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face.— filed under Time
All green was vanished save of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue; Save the green holly with its berries red, And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.— filed under Trees And Plants-Chestnut
Jane borrow'd maxims from a doubting school, And took for truth the test of ridicule; Lucy saw no such virtue in a jest, Truth was with her of ridicule the test.— filed under Truth
Virtue alone is happiness below.— filed under Virtue
What is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife, When friendship, love, and peace combine To stamp the marriage-bond divine? น. COWPER-Love Abused. Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead, To find such numbers who will serve instead: And in whatever state a man be thrown, 'Tis that precisely they would wish their own.— filed under Wife
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.— filed under Wife
Her air, her manners, all who saw admired; Courteous though coy, and gentle, though retired: The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd.— filed under Woman