Humility, that low, sweet root From which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)
Source: The Loves of the Angels. The Third Angel's Story.
Contributed by: Zaady
Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
Source: Come, send round the Wine.
It argues an insensibility.
Source: A Dissertation upon Roast Pig.
Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.
Source: Fly not yet.
Not if I know myself at all.
Source: The Old and New Schoolmaster.
'T is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.
Source: The Last Rose of Summer.
The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?"
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
Source: How shall I woo?
If I speak to thee in friendship's name, Thou think'st I speak too coldly; If I mention love's devoted flame, Thou say'st I speak too boldly.
Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.
Source: Oh call it by some better Name.
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