The balance of comfort; or The old maid and married woman


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43 ページ - He, that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
99 ページ - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
193 ページ - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
3 ページ - The kindest and the happiest p"air Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
159 ページ - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps...
122 ページ - Beauty and worth in her alike contend To charm the fancy and to fix the mind : In her, my wife, my mistress, and my friend, I taste the joys of sense and reason join'd. On her I'll gaze when others...
67 ページ - Gain on your purposed will. Nor in the bower Where woodbines flaunt, and roses shed a couch, While Evening draws her crimson curtains round, Trust your soft minutes with betraying man.
228 ページ - Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and pure, Or tasting long enjoy thee ! too infirm, Or too incautious, to preserve thy sweets Unmix'd with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of Virtue, in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
2 ページ - Nocturnal Minstrel, or the Spirit of the Wood, by Mrs. Sleath, Author of the Bristol Heiress, Who's the Murderer ? &c. 2 vols ............................. 0 16 0 The Grey Friar and Black Spirit of the Wye, 2 vols.
62 ページ - Or, lulled to slumber by the beating rain, Secure and happy, sink at last to rest ! Or, if the sun in flaming Leo ride, By shady rivers indolently stray, And with my Delia walking side by side, Hear how they murmur as they glide away...