Life is an incurable disease.
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal Now does always last.
I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that ... I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
A mighty pain to love it is,
And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
But, of all pains, the greatest pain
Is to love, but love in vain.
The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government; the liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
The present is an eternal now.
"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms."
There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
Curs'd be that wretch (Death's factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man's left to epitomize!
Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep'rate friends.
Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; 'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
And I myself a Catholic will be,
So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee.
Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow
On us, the Poets militant below.
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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