Quotes
Quotes - Garth
To die is landing on some silent shore
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.
I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.
For all their luxury was doing good.
I know I have the ability to do so much more than just stand in front of the camera the rest of my life.
Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun, Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run: So lines that from their parallel decline, More they proceed the more they still disjoin.
For all their luxury was doing good.
Where billows never break, not tempests roar.
Ingratitude's a weed of every clime, It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year. . . . . The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.
