Quotes
Quotes about Care
And ever against eating cares
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.
When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best, but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care
To grant, before we can conclude the prayer:
Preventing angels met it half the way,
And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care
Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.
I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.
Unlearned men of books assume the care,
As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound.
If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.
Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.
I knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow, who used to say, "Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of themselves."
The dews of the evening most carefully shun,--
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
In misery's darkest cavern known,
His useful care was ever nigh
Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan,
And lonely want retir'd to die.
What is your sex's earliest, latest care,
Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch.
My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself, at home.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;
The sports of children satisfy the child.
Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
The writers against religion, whilst they oppose every system, are wisely careful never to set up any of their own.
