George Crabbe

"Where Plenty smiles - alas! she smiles for few, And those who taste not, yet behold her store, Are as the slaves that dig the golden ore, The wealth around them makes them doubly poor."

"The murmuring poor, who will not fast in peace."

"A master passion is the love of news."

"Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, Like other farmers, flourish and complain."

"Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun."

"Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd."

"The mind here exhibited is one untouched by pity, unstung by remorse, and uncorrected by shame; yet is this hardihood of temper and spirit broken by want, disease, solitude, and disappointment, and he becomes the victim of a distempered and horror-stricken fancy."

"Habit with him was all the test of truth, It must be right: I’ve done it from my youth."

"In this fool's paradise he drank delight."

"Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food."

"In idle wishes fools supinely stay; Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way."

"Who calls a lawyer rogue, may find, too late Upon one of these depends his whole estate."

"Cut and come again."

"Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved."

"But 'twas a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide."

"'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good."

"Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys, Are never valued till they make a noise."

"He tried the luxury of doing good."

"To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent."

"And took for truth the test of ridicule."

"Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face."