Author 188923


English Poet, Satirist

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Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.

Expression is the dress of thought.

Fame can never make us lie down contently on a death-bed.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Get your enemies to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.

A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring; their shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drink largely sobers us again.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

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.”

Amusement is the happiness of those that cannot think.

At present we can only reason of the divine justice form what we know of justice in man. When we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it; but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.

Every man has just as much vanity as he wants understanding.

Exercise, temperance, fresh air, and needful rest are the best of all physicians.

True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.

Trust not yourself; but your defects to know. Make use of every friend - and every foe.

We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind that for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his brain broke.

What is it to be wise? 'Tis but to know how little can be known - to see all other's faults and feel our own.

What thin partitions sense from thought divide.

When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.

By mutual confidence and mutual aid great deeds are done, and great discov'ries made.

To err is human; to forgive, divine!

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

To pardon those absurdities in ourselves which we condemn in others, is neither better nor worse than to be more willing to be fools ourselves than to have others so.

Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

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English Poet, Satirist