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Oh, rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
The Parish Register (1807)
See Time has touched me gently in his race,
And left no odious furrows in my face.
Tales of the Hall (1819)
Who calls a lawyer rogue, may find, too late
Upon one of these depends his whole estate.
Tales in Verse (1812)
That all men would be cowards if they dare,
Some men we know have courage to declare.
The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.
He tried the luxury of doing good.
Tales of the Hall (1819)
To show the world what long experience gains,
Requires not courage, though it calls for pains;
But at life's outset to inform mankind
Is a bold effort of a valiant mind.
Temp'rate in every place, abroad, at home,
Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;
And health from either, he in time prepares
For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme?
Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread,
By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?
A master passion is the love of news.
The Newspaper (1785)
Where Plenty smiles - alas! she smiles for few,
And those who taste not, yet behold her store,
Are as the slaves that dig the golden ore,
The wealth around them makes them doubly poor.
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
These first induce him the vile trash to try,
Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
In her experience all her friends relied,
Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.
Jane borrow'd maxims from a doubting school,
And took for truth the test of ridicule;
Lucy saw no such virtue in a jest,
Truth was with her of ridicule the test.
Tales of the Hall (1819)
Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd;
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
The Parish Register (1807)
Her air, her manners, all who saw admired;
Courteous though coy, and gentle, though retired:
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
The Parish Register (1807)
Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views,
Life's little cares and little pains refuse?
Shall he not rather feel a double share
Of mortal woe, when doubly arm'd to bear?
The face the index of a feeling mind.
Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead,
To find such numbers who will serve instead:
And in whatever state a man be thrown,
'Tis that precisely they would wish their own.
Tales (1812)
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash—
Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill;
All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.