Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same. |
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs / Receive our air, that moment they are free; / They touch our country, and their shackles fall. |
So let us welcome peaceful evening in. |
So turning to his horse, he said, / I am in haste to dine; / 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, / You shall go back for mine. |
So you must ride / On horseback after we. |
Society, friendship, and love, / Divinely bestowed upon man, / Oh, had I the wings of a dove, / How soon would I taste you again! |
Some men make gain a fountain whence proceeds A stream of liberal and heroic deeds. |
Spare feast! a radish and an egg. |
Still ending, and beginning still |
Stop, while ye may; suspend your mad career! |
That good diffused may more abundant grow. |
The bud may have a bitter taste, / But sweet will be the flower. |
The busy trifler dreams himself alone, / Frames many a purpose, and God works his own. |
The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have past away. |
The dinner waits, and we are tired: / Said Gilpin - So am I! |