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 insurancers of deathless fame, Supply their little feeble aids in vain.
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance - Robert Blair
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance
- 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! - 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 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…
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…
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.
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 …
When it draws near to witching time of night. - Robert Blair
When it draws near to witching time of night.
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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