Quotes
Quotes about Man
Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper circling round
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.
Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault;
The village all declar'd how much he knew,
'T was certain he could write and cipher too.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind;
Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat
To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote.
Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining,
And thought of convincing while they thought of dining:
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,
For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
The dog, to gain his private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?
All human race, from China to Peru,
Pleasure, howe'er disguis'd by art, pursue.
Have you not heard these many years ago
Jeptha was judge of Israel?
He had one only daughter and no mo,
The which he loved passing well;
And as by lott,
God wot,
It so came to pass,
As God's will was.
A Robyn,
Jolly Robyn,
Tell me how thy leman does.
And how should I know your true love
From many another one?
Oh, by his cockle hat and staff,
And by his sandal shoone.
There is America, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.
A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.
The march of the human mind is slow.
All government,--indeed, every human benefit and enjoyment, every virtue and every prudent act,--is founded on compromise and barter.
The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his desires were as warm and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue.
They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy, called the Rights of Man.
The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone.
