If Prometheus was worthy of the wrath of heaven for kindling the first fire upon earth, how ought all the gods honor the men who make it their professional business to put it out?— John Godfrey Saxe
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Say, what is life? 'Tis to be born, A helpless Babe, to greet the light With a sharp wail, as if the morn Foretold a cloudy noon and night; To weep, to sleep, and weep again, With sunny smiles between; and then?
Order is the primary regulation of the celestial regions.
Old Care has a mortgage on every estate, And that's what you pay for the wealth that you get.
Young men! it 's a critical thing to go Exactly right with a lady in tow;
But when you are in the proper track, Just go ahead, and never look back!
I'm growing fonder of my staff; I'm growing dimmer in the eyes; I'm growing fainter in my laugh; I'm growing deeper in my sighs; I'm growing careless of my dress; I'm growing frugal of my gold; I'm growing wise; I'm growing yes, I'm growing old!
Alas! poor human nature, pity, if hard pressed, degenerates into contempt.
Long pains are light ones, Cruel ones are brief!
I love vast libraries; yet there is a doubt, If one be better with them or without,-- Unless he use them wisely, and, indeed, Knows the high art of what and how to read.
I like the lad who, when his father thought To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase Of vagrant worm by early songster caught, Cried, "Served him right! it's not at all surprising; The worm was punished, sir, for early rising!
At Learning's fountain it is sweet to drink, But 'tis a nobler privilege to think.
So oft in theologic wars, The disputants, I ween, Rail on in utter ignorance Of what each other mean, And prate about an Elephant Not one of them has seen!
All things of beauty are not theirs alone who hold the fee;
but unto him no less who can enjoy, than unto them who own, are sweetest uses given to posses.
But blast the man, with curses loud and deep, Whate'er the rascal's name, or age, or station, Who first invented, and went round advising, That artificial cut-off, Early Rising!
The Poet's License! 't is the right, Within the rule of duty, To look on all delightful things Throughout the world of beauty. To gaze with rapture at the stars That in the skies are glowing; To see the gems of perfect dye That in the woods are growing, And more than sage astronomer, And more than learned florist, To read the glorious homilies Of Firmament and Forest.
I asked of Echo 't other day (Whose words are few and often funny), What to a novice she could say Of courtship, love, and matrimony. Quoth Echo, plainly, "Matter-o'-money.
God bless the man who first invented sleep!" So Sancho Panza said and so say I;
And bless him, also, that he didn't keep His great discovery to himself, nor try To make it, as the lucky fellow might A close monopoly by patent-right.
When Nature gives a gorgeous rose, Or yields the simplest fern, She writes this motto on the leaves, "To whom it may concern!" And so it is the poet comes And revels in her bowers, And, though another hold the land, Is owner of the flowers.
God bless the man who first invented sleep!" So Sancho Panza said, and so say I.
The wise may find in trifles light as atoms in the air, some useful lesson to enrich the mind.
It was six men of Hindustan To learning much inclined, Who went to see the Elephant (Though all of them were blind) That each by observation Might satisfy the mind.
Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!
It is wise to learn; it is God-like to create.
Beauty intoxicates the eye, as wine does the body; both are morally fatal if indulged.