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the Corner-Stone of the Bunker Hill Monument, June 17, 1825. Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.— filed under Affliction
Call for the robin-red-breast, and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.— filed under Birds-Robin
I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits. U— filed under Death
a Song of his Composing. Ep. XIV. I saw him even now going the way of all flesh.— filed under Faults
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd to near have neither heat nor light.— filed under Glory
Drum. Last verse. 0, happy they that never saw the court, Nor ever knew great men but by report!— filed under Greatness
Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.— filed under Hair
Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.— filed under Hearing
C. P. Cranch's trans. That's the greatest torture souls feel in hell, In hell, that they must live, and cannot die.— filed under Help
Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.— filed under Honesty
C. the Dwarfs. L. 7. 'Tis just like a summer bird cage in a garden; the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair, and are in a consumption, for fear they shall never get out.— filed under Matrimony
Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; As seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near.— filed under Prosperity
The evening shows the day, and death crowns life.— filed under Results
Jacobin. I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.— filed under Ruin
I was Young I said to Sorrow. Past sorrows, let us moderately lament them; For those to come, seek wisely to prevent them. S.— filed under Sorrow
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.— filed under Sorrow
Virtue and Vice. The Trial of Virtue. I have ever thought, Nature doth nothing so great for great men, As when she's pleas'd to make them lords of truth. Integrity of life is fame's best friend, Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.— filed under Virtue