Quotes
Quotes about Man
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
Who but must laugh, if such a man there be?
Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.
Then marble soften'd into life grew warm,
And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.
There still remains to mortify a wit
The many-headed monster of the pit.
Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires,
And unawares Morality expires.
Nor public flame nor private dares to shine;
Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restor'd,
Light dies before thy uncreating word;
Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall,
And universal darkness buries all.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
And binding Nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound.
The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit a man, simplicity a child.
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state.
While Cato gives his little senate laws,
What bosom beats not in his country's cause?
Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.
I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
He held his seat,--a friend to human race.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,--
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;
Another race the following spring supplies:
They fall successive, and successive rise.
Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind.
'T is man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success.
Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd,
Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart.
Patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train,
Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain!
