Matthew Green Quotes

Talk of unusual swell of waist In maid of honor loosely laced.

Or to some coffee-house I stray, For news, the manna of the day, And from the hipp

They politics like ours profess, the greater prey upon the less.

Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.

Avarice is the sphincter of the heart.

Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.

Nor bigots who but one way see, through blinkers of authority.

Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.

Experience join'd with common sense, To mortals is a providence.