Life is an incurable disease.
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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.
Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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.
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal Now does always last.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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.
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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!
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.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man's, into the world, as it is God's.
The monster London laugh at me.
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Life for delays and doubts no time does give,
None ever yet made haste enough to live.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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