How various his employments, whom the world / Calls idle; and who justly, in return, / Esteems that busy world an idler too! |
I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the center all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute |
I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute. |
I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss-gentleman that's all perfume. |
I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness. |
I know that Thou art infinitely gracious, but what will become of me? |
I never received a little pleasure from anything in my life; if I am pleased, it is in the extreme. |
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum? |
I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd - How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper Solitude is sweet |
I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy's door. |
I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau - If birds confabulate or no |
I was a stricken deer, that left the herd / Long since. |
I was bred to the law, a profession to which I was never much inclined, and in which I engaged, rather because I was desirous to gratify a most indulgent father, than because I had any hope of success in it myself. |
I would not enter in my list of friends, Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. An inadvertent step may crush the snail That crawls at evening in the public path, But he has the humanity, forewarned, Will tread aside, and let the reptile live. |
I would not enter on my list of friends / (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, / Yet wanting sensibility) the man / Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. |