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Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
And things unknown proposed as things...
Passions are the gales of life.
Source: In
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss, and infidels...
One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead -
And, Betty, give this cheek a little...
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,
And love th'offender, yet detest...
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
Religion blushing veils her sacred fires,
And unawares morality expires.
Nor public flame, nor private, dares to...
One science only will one genius fit;
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Pride, the never failing vice of fools.
Source: An Essay on Criticism, 204
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I find myself. . . hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but...
One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees,...
Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
Or where the pictures for the page atone,
And Quarles is saved for beauties not his...
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
Or if she rules him, never shows she rules;
Charms by accepting, by...
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind:
Or, ravished with the...
Peeled, patched, and piebald, linsey-wolsey brothers,
Grave mummers! sleeveless some, and shirtless...
She sighs for ever on her pensive bed,
Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale,
Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs,
And solid pudding...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued I said.
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.
The dog-star...
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
You've played, and loved, and ate, and drunk your fill:
Walk sober...