Occupation: Poet Birth: April 17, 1699 Death: February 4, 1746
Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between..
Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious..
Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society..
Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:—this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor….
That discipline which corrects the eagerness of worldly passions, which fortifies the heart with virtuous principles, which enlightens the mind with ….
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.
Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!.
Industry is not only the instrument of improvement, but the foundation of pleasure. He who is a stranger to it may possess, but cannot enjoy, for it ….
But if there be an hereafter,And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'dAnd suffer'd to speak out, tells every man,Then must it be an awful thing to ….
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt..
Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins t….
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame, Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard, Those bold in….
The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghost, Not to return; or if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short, and far betwe….
The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud..
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness..
How shocking must thy summons be, O death, to him that is at ease in his possessions! who, counting on long years of pleasure here, is quite unfurnis….
The common damn'd shun their society..
When it draws near to witching time of night..
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up..
Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature..