Quotes
Quotes - Crabbe
Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood, He tried the luxury of doing good.
Habit with him was all the test of truth; "It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
All green was vanished save of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue; Save the green holly with its berries red, And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.
But monument themselves memorials need.
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains, But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme? Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread, By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?
Cut and come again.
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash, The daring tribe compound their boasted trash-- Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill; All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
Jane borrow'd maxims from a doubting school, And took for truth the test of ridicule; Lucy saw no such virtue in a jest, Truth was with her of ridicule the test.
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide.
Come, now again, thy woes impart, Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin; We cannot heal the throbbing heart Will we discern the wounds within.
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.
Temp'rate in every place--abroad, at home, Thence will applause, and hence will profit come; And health from either--he in time prepares For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead, To find such numbers who will serve instead: And in whatever state a man be thrown, 'Tis that precisely they would wish their own.
