|Born||26 November 1731 (1731-11-26)
Berkhamsted, Hertfordshire, England
|Died||25 April 1800(1800-04-25) (aged 68)
East Dereham, Norfolk, England
The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
An epigram is but a feeble thing – With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.