In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

A fool must now and then be right, by chance

Lights of the world, and stars of human race.

As if the world and they were hand and glove.

A fool must now and then be right, by chance.

The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.

Toil for the brave! The brave that are no more.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow.

Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.

The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.

God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.

Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.

Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.

Though peace be made, yet it's interest that keep peace.

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!

There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.

Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!

For when was public virtue to be found Where private was not?

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

Misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.

The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.

Some to the fascination of a name, Surrender judgment hoodwinked.

All constraint, / Except what wisdom lays on evil men, / Is evil.

Tis Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours.

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

... she, that will with kittens jest, Should bear a kitten's joke.

Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.

There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.

Without one friend, above all foes, Britannia gives the world repose.

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.

But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves besides.

All affectation; 'tis my perfect scorn; Object of my implacable disgust.

A moral, sensible, and well-bred manWill not affront me, and no other can.

I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.

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