George Crabbe Quotes

In this fool’s paradise he drank delight.

Feed the musician, and he’s out of tune.

With eye upraised his master’s looks to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man; The rich man’s guardian, and the poor man’s friend, The only creature faithful to the end.

There was a time, when we beheld the Quack, On public stage, the licensed trade attack; He made his laboured speech with poor parade, And then a laughing zany lent him aid: Smiling we pass’d him, but we felt the while Pity so much, that soon we ceased to smile; Assured that fluent speech and […]

Books cannot always please, however good minds are not ever craving for their food.

Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, Like other farmers, flourish and complain.