Quotes
Quotes about Sin
Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age;
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death;
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep awhile one parent from the sky.
Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.
Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain,
Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,--
So sinks the youth; his beauteous head, deprest
Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast.
Our business in the field of fight
Is not to question, but to prove our might.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
To heal divisions, to relieve th' opprest;
In virtue rich; in blessing others, blest.
He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear
His voice, that list'ning still they seem'd to hear.
For dear to gods and men is sacred song.
Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
So ends the bloody business of the day.
Note 3.Thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy.--Blaise Pascal: Thoughts, chap. v. 2.
God bless the King,--I mean the faith's defender!
God bless--no harm in blessing--the Pretender!
But who pretender is, or who is king,--
God bless us all!--that's quite another thing.
Despatch is the soul of business.
The cup goes round:
And who so artful as to put it by!
'T is long since Death had the majority.
A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.
Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness."
Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;
Let other hours be set apart for business.
To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk;
And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
And sure th' Eternal Master found
His single talent well employ'd.
Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow,--attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
The applause of a single human being is of great consequence.
The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.
