I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the center all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute
|
Hence jarring sectaries may learnTheir real interest to discern;That brother should not war with brother,And worry and devour each other;But sing and shine by sweet consent,Till life's poor transient night is spent,Respecting in each other's caseThe gifts of nature and of grace.
|
O Winter ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
|
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev
|
He kissed likewise the maid in the kitchen, and seemed upon the whole a most loving, kissing, kind-hearted gentleman.
|
A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
|
A land-breeze shook the shrouds, / And she was overset; / Down went the Royal George, / With all her crew complete.
|
Our severest winter, commonly called the spring.
|
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
|
Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
|
The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown.
|
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
|
The life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
|
Not scorned in Heaven, though little noticed here.
|
Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn; to increase a stranger's treasures, o the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, paid my price in paltry gold; but, though theirs they have enroll'd me, minds are never to be sold.
|
Low ambition and the thirst of praise.
|
Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others' bare.
|
He found it inconvenient to be poor.
|
Glory built on selfish principles is shame and guilt.
|
Manner is all in all whatever is writ, the substitute for genius sense and wit
|
A hat not much the worse for wear.
|
He has no hope who never had a fear.
|
The dinner waits, and we are tired: / Said Gilpin - So am I!
|
Candid and generous and just. Boys care but little whom they trust. An error soon corrected -- for who but learns in riper years. That man, when smoothest he appears, is most to be suspected?
|
Religion does not censure or excludeUnnumbered pleasures, harmlessly pursued.
|
And up he got, in haste to ride, / But soon came down again.
|
The wisest is he that knows only that he knows nothing. God only knows. We mortals are only troubled with morbid little ideas, sired by circumstance and damned by folly. The human head can absorb only the flavorings of its surroundings. We assume that our faith political and our creed religious are founded upon our reason, when they are really made for us by social conditions over which we had little control.
|
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
|
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
|
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
|