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To those who know thee not, no words can paint; And those who know thee, know all words are faint!— filed under Character
In men this blunder still you find, All think their little set mankind.— filed under Confession
Is to defer our fate, but not to shun it.— filed under Death
How short is human life! the very breath, Which frames my words, accelerates my death.— filed under Death
Prophet of Khorassan. If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow; No separate life they e'er can know : They're soul and body, hand and heart: What God hath joined, let no man part.— filed under Faith
Imagination frames events unknown, In wild, fantastic shapes of hideous ruin, And what it fears creates.— filed under Fear
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue; Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest Save he who courts the flattery.— filed under Flattery
Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the dignity of crimes.— filed under Habit
Subduing and subdued, the petty strife, Which clouds the colour of domestic life; The sober comfort, all the peace which springs From the large aggregate of little things; On these small cares of daughter, wife or friend, The almost sacred joys of home depend.— filed under Home
O jealousy, Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue Of my fresh cheek to haggard sallowness, And drinks my spirit up!— filed under Jealousy
Fell luxury! more perilous to youth Than storms or quicksands, poverty or chains.— filed under Luxury
Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are, and silently as they throw their silken chains about the heart, enslave it more than the most active and turbulent vices. C.— filed under Luxury
the Peri. The roses of pleasure seldom last long enough to adorn the brow of him who plucks them; for they are the only roses which do not retain their sweetness after they have lost their beauty.— filed under Pleasure
Retreats. O sad estate Of human wretchedness; so weak is man, So ignorant and blind, that did not God Sometimes withhold in mercy what we ask, We should be ruined at our own request. S.— filed under Prayer
Inconveniences of Greatness. A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents, And sink beneath a load of splendid care!— filed under Royalty
Prompt sense of equity! to thee belongs The swift redress of unexamined wrongs! Eager to serve, the cause perhaps untried, But always apt to choose the suffering side!— filed under Sensibility
Since trifles make the sum of human things, If Poverty is the Mother of Crimes, want of And half our misery from our foibles springs; is the Father. Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease, And though but few can serve, yet all may please; Oh, let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence.— filed under Sensibility
That silence is one of the great arts of conversation is allowed by Cicero himself, who says, there is not only an art, but even an eloquence in it.— filed under Silence
น. For if a young lady has that discretion and modesty, without which all knowledge is little worth, she will never make an ostentatious parade of it, because she will rather be intent on acquiring more, than on displaying what she has.— filed under Woman