| Quotes |
Topic |
| Sky | From hyperborean skies Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise. |
| Smiles | Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. |
| Sound | The sound must seem an echo to the sense. |
| Spiders | The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. |
| Spirits | Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky. |
| Statesmanship | Who would not praise Patrico's high desert, His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart, His comprehensive head? all interests weigh'd, All Europe sav'd, yet Britain not betray'd. |
| Stupidity | The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head. |
| Stupidity | If Stupidity got us into this mess, then why can't it get us out?" |
| Style | Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style. Amaze th' learn'd, and make the learned smile. |
| Style | Expression is the dress of thought, and still Appears more decent as more suitable; A vile conceit in pompous words express'd, Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd. |
| Summer | But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat, The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat, To closer shades the panting flocks remove; Ye gods! and is there no relief for love? |
| Summer | Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes. |
| Suspicion | All seems infected that the infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. |
| Swearing | And each blasphemer quite escape the rod, Because the insult's not on man, but God? |
| Swine | How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine, Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine! 'Twixt that and reason what a nice barrier! Forever sep'rate, yet forever near! |
| Swine | The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all. |
| Sympathy | Never elated while one man's oppress'd; Never dejected while another's blessed. |
| Tailors | Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey; That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away. |
| Tea | Here, thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea. |
| Temptation | But Satan now is wiser than of yore, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. |
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