Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation; but no sooner does he take a pen in his hand than it becomes a torpedo to him, and benumbs all his faculties.
Of Dr. Goldsmith he said, "No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had."
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear,
He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening paradise.
Prologues like compliments are loss of time;
'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme.
Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.
"What is thy name, faire maid?" quoth he.
"Penelophon, O King!" quoth she.
King Stephen was a worthy peere,
His breeches cost him but a croune;
He held them sixpence all too deere,
Therefore he call'd the taylor loune.
He was a wight of high renowne,
And those but of a low degree;
Itt's pride that putts the countrye doune,
Then take thine old cloake about thee.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities.
Happiness depends, as Nature shows,
Less on exterior things than most suppose.
Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads
The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.
Yesterday the greatest question was decided which ever was debated in America; and a greater perhaps never was, nor will be, decided among men. A resolution was passed without one dissenting colony, that those United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent States.
Revenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive.
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
But the whole boundless continent is yours.
A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line,--by deeds, not years.
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.
Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns,
And as the portal opens to receive me,
A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts
Tells of a nameless deed.
A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.
Avoid shame, but do not seek glory,--nothing so expensive as glory.
He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again.
You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.