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| He that dares traduce, because he can with safety to himself, is not a man. | | Uncategorized | |
He that holds fast the golden mean,
And lives contently between
The little and the great,
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door. | | Uncategorized | |
He would not, with a peremptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own. | | Uncategorized | |
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Hence jarring sectaries may learn
Their 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 case
The gifts of nature and of grace. | | Uncategorized | |
| Himself a wanderer from the narrow way, / His silly sheep, what wonder if they stray? | | Uncategorized | |
| His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home | | Uncategorized | |
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| How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home. | | Uncategorized | |
How soft the music of those village bells
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet! | | Uncategorized | |
| How various his employments, whom the world / Calls idle; and who justly, in return, / Esteems that busy world an idler too! | | Uncategorized | |
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute. | | Uncategorized | |
| 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 | | Uncategorized | |
I cannot talk with civet in the room,
A fine puss-gentleman that's all perfume. | | Uncategorized | |
I crown thee king of intimate delights,
Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness. | | Uncategorized | |
| I know that Thou art infinitely gracious, but what will become of me? | | Uncategorized | |
| I never received a little pleasure from anything in my life; if I am pleased, it is in the extreme. | | Uncategorized | |
| I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum? | | Uncategorized | |
| I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd - How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper Solitude is sweet | | Uncategorized | |
| I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy's door. | | Uncategorized | |
