From labour health, from health contentment spring; contentment opes the source of every joy.
Category Archive: 1735
In every age and every man there is something to praise as well as to blame.
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
He thought as a sage, though he felt like a man.
Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.
At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, and naught but the nightingale’s song in the grove.
Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where Fame’s proud temple shines afar?
How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love.
Some deemed him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.