Quotes
Quotes about Sin
Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;
And they have kept it since by being dead.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him, all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
And ever since the Conquest have been fools.
Those that are above business.
It is not fit the public trusts should be lodged in the hands of any, till they are first proved and found fit for the business they are to be entrusted with.
Let the singing singers
With vocal voices, most vociferous,
In sweet vociferation out-vociferize
Even sound itself.
Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
With clink of hammers closing rivets up.
This business will never hold water.
It must be so,--Plato, thou reasonest well!
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread and inward horror
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'T is the divinity that stirs within us;
'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me:
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
For ever singing as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber!
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
The booby father craves a booby son,
And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't;
If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't.
But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.
Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
To low ambition and the pride of kings.
Let us (since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us, and to die)
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
But every woman is at heart a rake.
