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.
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute on; but I wish that I could get away And go home to the village of Bruton.
He has no hope who never had a fear.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair
Absence of occupation is not rest; a mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
A business with a income at its heels, furnishes always oil for its own wheels
A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
'Tis hard if all is false that I advance, A fool must now and then be right, by chance
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Freedom hath a thousand charms to show, That slaves however contented never know
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
Grief is itself a med'cine.
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.
And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last
Manner is all in all whatever is writ, the substitute for genius sense and wit
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.