English Poet best known for "Night Thoughts"
"Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here; joy has her tears, and transport has her death; hope, like a cordial, innocent though strong, man's heart at once inspirits and serenes, nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys."
"Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight as supposed to proceed from judgment, not from passion."
"How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore that painted coat, which Joseph never wore! He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin, that touch'd the ruff, that touched Queen Bess' chin."
"How is night's sable mantle labor'd o'er, how richly wrought with attributes divine! What wisdom shines! what love! this midnight pomp, this gorgeous arch, with golden worlds inlaid built with divine ambition."
"How must a spirit, late escaped from earth, the truth of things new blazing in its eyes, look back astonished on the ways of men, whose lives' whole drift is to forget their graves!"
"How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! distinguished link in being's endless chain! midway from nothing to the Deity! dim miniature of greatness absolute! an heir of glory! a frail child of dust! helpless immortal! insect infinite! a worm! a God!"
"However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts ? let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos."
"I grant the man is vain who writes for praise. Praise no man e'er deserved who sought no more."
"I have about concluded that wealth is a state of mind, and that anyone can acquire a wealthy state of mind by thinking rich thoughts."
"If not to some peculiar end assign'd, study's the specious trifling of the mind; or is at best a secondary aim, a chase for sport alone and not for game."
"Illustrious examples engross, prejudice, and intimidate. They engross our attention, and so prevent a due inspection of ourselves; they prejudice our judgment in favor of their abilities, and so lessen the sense of our own; and they intimidate us with the splendor of their renown, and thus under diffidence bury our strength."
"In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing."
"In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things."
"Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; and thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn."
"Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven! By tyrant life dethroned, imprison'd, pain'd? By death enlarg'd, ennobled, deify'd? Death but entombs the body; life the soul."
"It is falling in love with our own mistaken ideas that makes fools and beggars of half mankind."
"It is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, and ask them what report they bore to heaven, and how they might have borne more welcome news."
"It is immortality, and that alone, which amid life's pains, abasements, the soul can comfort, elevate, and fill."
"It's not enough plagues, wars, and famine rise to lash our crimes, but must our wives be wise?"
"I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) for fevers take an opera in June: and, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, a midnight park is sov'reign for a cold."