When my mother died I was very young,And my father sold me while yet my tongueCould scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep![a]So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.There's little Tom Dacre, w...
What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the priceOf all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his childrenWisdom is sold i...
There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true. This place is called Beulah. it is a pleasant lovely Shadow, where no dispute can come, because of those who sleep.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no
I sought my God and my God I couldn't find;I sought my soul and my soul eluded me;
Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains greenAnd was the holy lamb of GodOn England's pleasant pastures seenAnd did the countenance divineShine forth upon our clouded hillsAnd...
The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
Speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.
Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East,The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas'd;Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth,Or the...
Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth,
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.
The characters of Chaucer's Pilgrims are the characters which compose all ages and nations. As one age falls, another rises, different to mortal sight, but to immortals only the same; for we see the s...
He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite & flatterer..
Arise you little glancing wings, and sing your infant joy!Arise and drink your bliss, for every thing that lives is holy!
I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear,...
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal the good one really does.
That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians.
TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings...