"But he (his musical finesse was such, So nice his ear, so delicate his touch) Made poetry a mere mechanic art, And ev'ry warbler has his tune by heart."

"Low ambition and the thirst of praise."

"Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy."

"Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more."

"Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, The substitute for genius, sense, and wit."

"I play with syllables and sport in song."

"Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade."

"Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know."

"Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose."

"Admirals extolled for standing still, Or doing nothing with a deal of skill."

"As if the world and they were hand and glove."

"Is base in kind, and born to be a slave."

"Glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt."

"Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; 'Tis thy (Saviour, hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee: "Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?""

"There is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains."

"Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain."

"His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower."

"Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face."

"Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head."

"Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will."

"God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm."

"And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees."

"What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill."

"Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!"

"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."