Can a woman's tender care / Cease towards the child she bare? / Yes, she may forgetful be,/ Yet will I remember thee. |
Candid and generous and just. Boys care but little whom they trust. An error soon corrected -- for who but learns in riper years. That man, when smoothest he appears, is most to be suspected? |
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend. |
Charge / His mind with meanings that he never had. |
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace? |
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more. |
Dejection of spirits, which may have prevented many a man from becoming an author, made me one. I find constant employment necessary, and therefore take care to be constantly employed. . . . When I can find no other occupation, I think; and when I think, I am very apt to do it in rhyme. |
Detested sport, / That owes its pleasures to another's pain. |
Did Charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love. |
Discourse may want an animated "No" To brush the surface, and to make it flow; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease. |
Doing good, disinterested good, is not our trade. |
Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall! |
Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy. |
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still - / My country! |
Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose. |