Occupation: Writer Birth: February 10, 1775 Death: December 27, 1834
Positively, the best thing a man can have to do, is nothing, and next to that perhaps — good works..
The light that lies In woman's eyes..
Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid.
Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty'….
For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord..
Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade..
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet..
The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could p….
Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospe….
Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have nonsense respected..
This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true….
For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die..
Presents, I often say, endear absents..
I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee..
Dehortations from the use of strong liquors have been the favourite topic of sober declaimers in all ages, and have been received with abundance of a….
I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature, not even excepting the delicate creatures which bear them..
Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other..
I can scarce bring myself to believe, that I am admitted to a familiar correspondence, and all the license of friendship, with a man who writes blank….
A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it..
It is good to love the unknown..
A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect..