William Shenstone


English Poet

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A reserved man is in continual conflict with the social part of his nature, and even grudges himself the laugh into which he is sometimes betrayed.

Long sentences in a short composition are like large rooms in a little house.

The world may be divided into people that read, people that write, people that think, and fox-hunters.

Anger is a great force. If you control it, it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.

Love is a pleasing but a various clime.

The worst inconvenience of a small fortune is that it will not admit of inadvertency.

Conscience is at most times a very faithful and prudent admonitor.

My banks they are furnish?d with bees, whose murmur invites one to sleep.

There is nothing more universally commended than a fine day; the reason is that people can commend it without envy.

Every good poet includes a critic, but the reverse is not true.

Necessity may be the mother of lucrative invention, but it is the death of poetical invention.

There seem near as many people that want passion as want reason.

Every good poet includes a critic; the reverse will not hold.

Nothing is certain in London but expense.

They [liars] begin with making falsehood appear like truth, and end with making truth appear like falsehood.

Every single instance of a friend's insincerity increases our dependence on the efficacy of money.

Offensive objects, at a proper distance, acquire even a degree of beauty.

True honor is to honesty what the Court of Chancery is to common law.

For seldom shall she hear a tale so sad, so tender, and so true.

Oft has good nature been the fool's defense, and honest meaning gilded want of sense.

We hate those faults most in others which we are guilty of ourselves.

Grandeur and beauty are so very opposite, that you often diminish the one as you increase the other. Variety is most akin to the latter, simplicity to the former.

Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases.

Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round, where'er his stages may have been, may sigh to think he still has found the warmest welcome, at an inn.

Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, emblem right meet of decency does yield.

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