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But virtue too, as well as vice, is clad in flesh and blood.

Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.

Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires.

Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.

Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care! Over whose heads those arrows fly, Of sad distrust and jealousy.

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.

Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.

The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private interest.

Lampoons, like squibs, may make a present blaze; but time and thunder pay respect to bays.

And keeps the palace of the soul.

For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.

While we converse with her, we mark
No want of day, nor think it dark.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?

To man, that was in th' evening made,
Stars gave the first delight;
Admiring, in the gloomy shade,
Those little drops of light.

Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.

The fear of God is freedom, joy, and peace;
And makes all ills that vex us here to cease.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.

When religion doth with virtue join, it makes a hero like an angel shine.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

If its length be not considered a merit, it hath no other.

So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.

Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.

Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.

Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Ingenious to their ruin, every age improves the art and instruments of rage.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.

Give us enough but with a sparing hand.

Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song.

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move!

To love is to believe, to hope, to know;
'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.

The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, On which the fabric of our world depends, One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.

That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!

Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.

Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.