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G. And if you mean to profit, learn to please.— filed under Gain
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook, Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.— filed under Appetite
Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill Of moving gracefully or standing still, One leg, as if suspicious of his brother, Desirous seems to run away from t'other.— filed under Awkwardness
What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, Unless deportment gives them decent grace? Blessed with all other requisites to please, Some want the striking elegance of ease; The curious eye their awkward movement tires: They seem like puppets led about by wires.— filed under Awkwardness
Be England what she will, With all her faults, she is my country still.— filed under Countries-America
England, a happy land we know, Where follies naturally grow, Where, without culture they arise, And tow'r above the common size.— filed under Countries-America
The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride; True is the charge, nor by themselves denied. Are they not then in strictest reason clear, Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?— filed under Countries-Scotland
A servile race Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules.— filed under Criticism
But spite of all the criticizing elves, Those who would make us feel-must feel themselves.— filed under Criticism
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, They damn those authors whom they never read.— filed under Criticism
Who shall dispute what the Reviewers say? Their word's sufficient; and to ask a reason, In such a state as theirs, is downright treason.— filed under Criticism
Chanounes Yemanne's Tale. Preamble. L. 17,362. Appearances to save, his only care; So things seem right, no matter what they are. C.— filed under Deceit
Like the dreams, Children of night, of indigestion bred.— filed under Dreams
With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.— filed under Envy
Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.— filed under Fame
Fashion-a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse.— filed under Fashion
But, spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.— filed under Feeling
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends, He hurts me most who lavishly commends.— filed under Flattery
Fool beckons fool, and dunce awakens dunce.— filed under Folly
Friends I have made, whom Envy must commend, But not one foe whom I would wish a friend.— filed under Friends
England Society. December 22, 1843. Who's in or out, who moves this grand machine, Nor stirs my curiosity nor spleen: Secrets of state no more I wish to know Than secret movements of a puppet show: Let but the puppets move, I've my desire, Unseen the hand which guides the master wire.— filed under Government
Lecture I. He's of stature somewhat low- Your hero always should be tall, you know.— filed under Heroes
Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own.— filed under Justice
Stanhope's trans. Men the most infamous are fond of fame: And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.— filed under Man
on Mrs. Browning.) Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.— filed under Matrimony
View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan, And then deny him merit if you can. Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone; Where he succeeds, the merit's all his own.— filed under Merit
Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow'rs, and leaves a blank behind.— filed under Mind
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.— filed under Nature
OCCUPATIONS-AUTHORSHIP. 427 Apt Alliteration's artful aid.— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
France. No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours and excise our brains.— filed under Occupations-Shoemaking
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.— filed under Oratory
Patience is sorrow's salve.— filed under Patience
Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.— filed under Poets
The more haste, ever the worst speed. S— filed under Iii
'Tis good in every case, you know, To have two strings unto our bow.— filed under Borbonius
To copy beauties, forfeits all pretence To fame-to copy faults, is want of sense.— filed under Quotation
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.— filed under Xxv
Why should we fear; and what? The laws? They all are armed in virtue's cause; And aiming at the self-same end, Satire is always virtue's friend.— filed under Scandal
To varnish nonsense with the charms of sound.— filed under Sound
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.— filed under Speech
There webs were spread of more than common size, And half-starved spiders prey'd on halfstarved flies.— filed under Strategy
With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.— filed under Stupidity
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.— filed under Sweetness
Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.— filed under Tea
Who, to patch up his fame-or fill his purse- Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own.— filed under Thieving
Lecture I. With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.— filed under Thought
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.— filed under Trees And Plants-Linden
When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, Men will believe, because they love the lie; But truth herself, if clouded with a frown, Must have some solemn proof to pass her down.— filed under Truth
Man's Bewitched. Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares, She blunder'd on some virtue unawares,— filed under Vice
His voice no touch of harmony admits, Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits. The two extremes appear like man and wife Coupled together for the sake of strife.— filed under Voice