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A club there is of smokers--dare you come
To that close, clouded, hot, narcotic room?
When, midnight past, the very candles seem
Dying for air, and give a ghastly gleam;
When curling fumes in lazy wreaths arise,
And prosing topers rub their winking eyes.
An infatuated man is not only foolish, but wild.
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.
Beauties, when disposed to sleep,
Should from the eye of keen inspector keep:
The lovely nymph who would her swain surprise,
May close her mouth, but not conceal her eyes;
Sleep from the fairest face some beauty takes,
And all the homely features homelier makes.
Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind
To stamp a lasting image of the mind!
Beasts may convey, and tuneful birds may sing,
Their mutual feelings, in the opening spring;
But Man alone has skill and power to send
The heart's warm dictates to the distant friend;
'Tis his alone to please, instruct, advise
Ages remote, and nations yet to rise.
But jest apart--what virtue canst thou trace
In that broad trim that hides thy sober face?
Does that long-skirted drab, that over-nice
And formal clothing, prove a scorn of vice?
Then for thine accent--what in sound can be
So void of grace as dull monotony?
Circles in water as they wider flow
The less conspicuous in their progress grow,
And when at last they trench upon the shore,
Distinction ceases and they're view'd no more.
Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.
Ease leads to habit, as success to ease.
He lives by rule who lives himself to please.
Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.
Fears of sinning let in thoughts of sin.
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune.
Fortunes are made, if I the facts may state--
Though poor myself, I know the fortunate:
First, there's a knowledge of the way from whence
Good fortune comes--and this is sterling sense:
Then perseverance, never to decline
The chase of riches till the prey is thine;
And firmness never to be drawn away
By any passion from that noble prey--
By love, ambition, study, travel, fame,
Or the vain hope that lives upon a name.
Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou Light divine!
Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!
Oft will the body's weakness check thy force,
Oft damp thy Vigour, and impede thy course;
And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain
Thy noble efforts, to contend with pain;
Or Want (sad guest!) will in thy presence come,
And breathe around her melancholy gloom:
To Life's low cares will thy proud thought confine,
And make her sufferings, her impatience, thine.
Genius, thou gift of Heaven! thou light divine!
He, fairly looking into life's account,
Saw frowns and favours were of like amount;
And viewing all--his perils, prospects, purse,
He said, content;--'t is well it no worse.
His liberal soul with every sect agreed,
Unheard their reasons, he received their creed.
How often do we sigh for opportunities of doing good, whilst we neglect the openings of Providence in little things, which would frequently lead to the accomplishment of most important usefulness! Dr. Johnson used to say, "He who waits to do a great deal of good at once will never do any." Good is done by degrees. However small in proportion the benefits which follow individual attempts to do good, a great deal may thus be accomplished by perseverance, even in the midst of discouragements and disappointments.
Impertinence will intermeddle in things in which it has no concern, showing a want of breeding, or, more commonly, a spirit of sheer impudence.
In general satire, every man perceives
A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves.
In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will,--and wisdom finds a way.
In this wild world the fondest and the best
Are the most tried, most troubled and distress'd.
Learning is better worth than house or land.
Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain,
Treat those of common parts with proud disdain;
The powers that wisdom would, improving, hide,
They blaze abroad, with inconsid'rate pride;
While yet but mere probationers for fame,
They seize the honor they should then disclaim:
Honor so hurried to the light must fade,
The lasting laurels nourish in the shade.
Men of many words sometimes argue for the sake of talking; men of ready tongues frequently dispute for the sake of victory; men in public life often debate for the sake of opposing the ruling party, or from any other motive than the love of truth.
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