"No voice divine the storm allay'd, No light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd, each alone; But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulphs than he."

"Misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case."

"The son of parents pass'd into the skies."

"Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last."

"Me howling winds drive devious, tempest-tossed, Sails ripped, seams op'ning wide, and compass lost."

"Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum."

"I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau, If birds confabulate or no."

"Misses! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry — Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry."

"Beware of desp'rate steps! The darkest day (Live till tomorrow) will have passed away."

"My dog! what remedy remains, Since, teach you all I can, I see you, after all my pains, So much resemble man!"

"Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing."

"And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary!"

"Toll for the brave — The brave! that are no more; All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore!"

"A worm is in the bud of youth, And at the root of age."

"Tenants of life’s middle state, Securely placed between the small and great."

"Behold your bishop! well he plays his part, Christian in name, and infidel in heart, Ghostly in office, earthly in his plan, A slave at court, elsewhere a lady’s man. Dumb as a senator, and as a priest A piece of mere church furniture at best."

"The parson knows enough who knows a duke."

"Public schools 'tis public folly feeds."

"But truths on which depends our main concern, That 'tis our shame and mistery not to learn, Shine by the side of every path we tread With such a luster, he that runs may read."

"An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within."

"The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade."

"Mr. Grenville squeezed me by the hand again, kissed the ladies, and withdrew. He kissed likewise the maid in the kitchen, and seemed upon the whole a most loving, kissing, kind-hearted gentleman."

"I believe no man was ever scolded out of his sins."

"Our severest winter, commonly called the spring."

"Old Tiney, the surliest of his kind! Who, nursed with tender care, And to domestic bounds confined, Was still a wild Jack hare.Though duly from my hand he took His pittance every night, He did it with a jealous look; And, when he could, would bite."

"But what is man in his own proud esteem? Hear him, himself the poet and the theme; A monarch clothed with majesty and awe, His mind his kingdom and his will his law."

"The sounding jargon of the schools."

"Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,— A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew."

"He has no hope that never had a fear."

"There goes the parson, O illustrious spark! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk."

"Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot To names ignoble, born to be forgot!"

"A knave, when tried on honesty's plain rule, And, when by that of reason, a mere fool."

"And differing judgments serve but to declare, That truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where."

"Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?"

"Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away."

"The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves, by thumping on your back, His sense of your great merit, Is such a friend that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it."

"Thousands, careless of the damning sin, Kiss the book's outside who ne'er look within."

"Let Charity forgive me a mistake, That zeal, not vanity, has chanced to make, And spare the poet for his subject’s sake."

"True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd."

"When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings."

"Canst thou, and honour’d with a Christian name, Buy what is woman-born, and feel no shame? Trade in the blood of innocence, and plead Expedience as a warrant for the deed? So may the wolf, whom famine has made bold To quit the forest and invade the fold: So may the ruffian, who with ghostly glide, Dagger in hand, steals close to your bedside; Not he, but his emergence forced the door, He found it inconvenient to be poor."

"Grief is itself a med'cine."

"Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own."

"Candid, and generous, and just, Boys care but little whom they trust, An error soon corrected— For who but learns in riper years That man, when smoothest he appears Is most to be suspected?"

"Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng: With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes; Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass, And Heaven reflected in her face."

"Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you."

"Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they."

"'Tis Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours."