| Quotes |
Topic |
| Misers | 'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy; Is it less strange the prodigal should waste His wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste? |
| Misery | And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show. |
| Monuments | Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. |
| Mountains | Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise. |
| Obscurity | How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. |
| Obscurity | Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. |
| Observation | One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity. |
| Oratory | Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. |
| Order | Order is Heaven's first law; and this confess, Some are and must be greater than the rest. |
| Order | Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where tho' all things differ, all agree. |
| Pain | You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live. |
| Painting | He best can paint them who shall feel them most. |
| Painting | Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul. |
| Party | Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few. |
| Passion | Search then the ruling passion; there alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. |
| Passion | And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. |
| Passion | In men, we various ruling passions find; In women two almost divide the kind; Those only fix'd, they first or last obey. The love of pleasure, and the love of sway. |
| Passion | The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still. |
| Pheasants | See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. |
| Plagiarism | Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole; How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd snug, And suck'd all o'er like an industrious bug. |
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