| Quotes |
Topic |
| Affliction | Affliction is the good man's shining scene; Prosperity conceals his brightest ray; As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. |
| Age | Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed |
| Apparel | How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore That painted coat, which Joseph never wore! He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin, That touch'd the ruff, that touched Queen Bess' chin. |
| Apparel | Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt. |
| Astronomy | O how loud It calls devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! daughter of Astronomy! As undevout Astronomer is mad. |
| Birth | Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire. |
| Blessings | Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed, Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes Expanded, shine with azure, green and gold; How blessings brighten as they take their flight. |
| Blessings | Amid my list of blessings infinite, Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled." |
| Circumstance | Who does the best that circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more. |
| Conversation | A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise. |
| Cruelty | Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man. |
| Echo | The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause. |
| Epigrams | Thou art so witty, profligate and thin, At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin. |
| Epigrams | The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail. |
| Eternity | And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour? |
| Firmness | The purpose firm is equal to the deed. |
| Foppery | Has death his fopperies? |
| Grace | Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace? |
| Grave | An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there. |
| Guilt | A land of levity is a land of guilt. |
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