| Quotes |
Topic |
| Reflection | A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs. |
| Royalty | A partial world will list to my lays, While Anna reigns, and sets a female name Unrival'd in the glorious lists of fame. |
| Ruin | Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation. |
| Sadness | 'Tis impious in a good man to be sad. |
| Sarcasm | To "leave a sting within a brother's heart.". |
| Satisfaction | Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene; No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there. |
| Scandal | He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff, But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off. |
| Self Examination | 'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours; And ask them what report they bore to heaven: And how they might have borne more welcome news. |
| Sense | Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still. |
| Service | Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps, And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids, Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. -Edward Young. |
| Sickness | I've known my lady For fevers take an opera in June, And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold. |
| Suicide | Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . . . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide. |
| Tongue | Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup, That runs for ages without winding up? |
| Visions | Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade! |
| Wealth | Can wealth give happiness? look round and see What gay distress! what splendid misery! Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour, The mind annihilates, and calls for more. |
| Wealth | Much learning shows how little mortals know, Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy. |
| Wishes | What most we wish, with ease we fancy near. |
| Wishes | Man wants but little, nor that little long, How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour! |
| Wishes | Wishing, of all employments is the worst. |
| Wishes | He calls his wish, it comes, he sends it back, And says he called another, that arrives, Meets the same welcome, yet he still calls on, Till one calls him, who varies not his call, But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound, Till Nature dies, and judgment sets him free, A freedom far less welcome than this chain. |
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