Manner is all in all whatever is writ, the substitute for genius sense and wit
Glory built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt
Grief is itself a med'cine.
Sin let loose speaks punishment at hand.
Heaven held his hand, the likeness must be true.
And up he got, in haste to ride, But soon came down again.
An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
But oars alone can ne'er prevailTo reach the distant coastThe breath of heaven must swell the sail,Or all the toil is lost.
Not scorned in Heaven, though little noticed here.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast The breath of heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
Always, ere he mounted, kissed his horse.
Beggars invention and makes fancy lame.
Wretch even then, life's journey just begun
A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Oh that those lips had language Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last
Remorse begets reform.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me hell might afford my miseries a shelter therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.
The life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
Fanaticism soberly defined, is the false fire of an over heated mind.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
A self-made man Yes, and one who worships his creator.
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.
The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.