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 is labor only which gives relish to pleasure. It is the indispensable condition of possessing a sound mind in a sound body, and it is the appointed vehicle of every good to man.
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 … - Robert Blair
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 …
- Robert Blair
When it draws near to witching time of night. - Robert Blair
When it draws near to witching time of night.
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… - Robert Blair
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…
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance - Robert Blair
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! - Robert Blair
Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!
Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious. - Robert Blair
Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt. - Robert Blair
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.
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… - Robert Blair
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…
Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society. - Robert Blair
Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.
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