Quotes
Quotes - Crabbe
Oh, rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd;
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
In this fool's paradise he drank delight.
Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.
In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.
Cut and come again.
Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.
But 't was a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
He tried the luxury of doing good.
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
Time has touched me gently in his race,
And left no odious furrows in my face.
'Twas good advice, and meant, "My son, be good."
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.
Oh! rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak, They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek, From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place."
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells, 'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend, Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend; But if he will thy friendly checks forego, Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!
The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies.
To show the world what long experience gains, Requires not courage, though it calls for pains; But at life's outset to inform mankind Is a bold effort of a valiant mind.
In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.
The face the index of a feeling mind.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
Old Peter Grimes made fishing his employ; His wife he cabined with him and his boy, And seemed that life laborious to enjoy.
