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--Eliza Haywood, in The History of Miss Betsy Thoughtless (1751) |
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--Philippians 4:8 |
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--Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892), in "The Great Change--Conversion" |
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"I see the right, and I approve it, too;
Condemn the wrong and yet the wrong pursue." |
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--Francis Bacon (1561-1626), in "Of Studies," in The Essayes, or Counsels Civill & Morall |
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...I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe,
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain, Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburnt brain. But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay; Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows; And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way. Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: "Fool!" said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write." |
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--James Kent (1763-1847), Chief Justice of the N.Y. Supreme Court, Head of the Court of Chancery. |
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--George Mueller (great man of prayer and faith, nineteenth-century England) |
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Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begott A constant habit; that when I would not I change in vowes, and in devotione. As humorous is my contritione As my prophane Love, and as soone forgott: As ridlingly distemper'd, cold and hott, As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none. I durst not view heaven yesterday; and to day In prayers, and flattering speaches I court God: To morrow I quake with true feare of his rod. So my devout fitts come and go away Like a fantistique Ague: save that here Those are my best dayes, when I shake with feare. |
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A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. |
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--John Quincy Adams, 6th U.S. President (1767-1848) |
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--Laurence Sterne (1713-1768), in The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman |
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--John Milton (1608-1674) |
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--Samuel Langdon, president of Harvard, 1775. |
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--William Hill Brown, in The Power of Sympathy (1789) |
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...I thought, if I could draw my paines,
Through Rimes vexation, I should them allay. Griefe brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse. |
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--Benjamin Franklin |
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As due by many titles I resigne
My selfe to thee, O God, first I was made By thee, and for thee, and when I was decay'd Thy blood bought that, the which before was thine; I am thy sonne, made with thy selfe to shine, Thy servant, whose paines thou hast still repaid, Thy sheepe, thine Image, and, till I betray'd My selfe, a temple of thy Spirit divine; Why doth the devill then usurpe on mee? Why doth he steale, nay ravish that's thy right? Except thou rise and for thine own worke fight, Oh I shall soone despaire, when I doe see That thou lov'st mankind well, yet wilt'not chuse me, And Satan hates mee, yet is loth to lose mee. |
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I woke the fairy elves, who shun the light;
When, from their blossom'd beds, they slily peep, And spy my pale star, leading on the night,-- Forth to their games and revelry they leap.... in The Mysteries of Udopho (1794) |
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How clear she shines! How quietly
I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, "To morrow, wake, but, dream to-night." Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love! These throbbing temples softly kiss; And bend my lonely couch above And bring me rest, and bring me bliss. |
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To have my aim, and yet to be
Farther from it then when I bent my bow; To make my hopes my torture, and the fee Of all my woes another wo, Is in the midst of delicates to need, And ev'n in Paradise to be a weed.
Ah, my deare Father, ease my smart!
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