The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
George Crabbe (1754 - 1832)
Source: The Struggles of Conscience
Contributed by: Zaady
Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face.
Source: Tales. Tales of the Hall. Book xvii. The Widow.
In idle wishes, fools supinely stay. Be there a will and wisdom finds a way.
Source: The Birth of Flattery.
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide.
Source: Tales. Tale xv. The Squire and the Priest.
Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys, Are never valued till they make a noise.
Source: The Maid’s Story
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
Source: Tales. Tales of the Hall. Book viii. The Sisters.
Cut and come again.
Source: Tales. Tale vii. The Widow's Tale.
Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
Source: The Parish Register. Part i. Introduction.
In this fool's paradise he drank delight.
Source: The Borough. Letter xii. Players.
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