Quotes
Quotes about Right
Orange bright,
Like golden lamps in a green night.
But felt through all this fleshly dress
Bright shoots of everlastingness.
And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
And into glory peep.
What precious drops are those
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,--
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone.
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong,--
Like angels' visits, short and bright;
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administer'd is best.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
In faith and hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity.
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind!
Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!
But let a lord once own the happy lines,
How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
Is there no bright reversion in the sky
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
There in the bright assemblies of the skies.
I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
It is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.
Can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right and the eternal fitness of things?
Reparation for our rights at home, and security against the like future violations.
None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
Emblems right meet of decency does yield.
Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced
That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,--
That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
Serves but to brighten all our future days.
