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This restless world
Is full of chances, which by habit's power
To learn to bear is easier than to shun.
The Art of Preserving Health (1744)
'Tis not for mortals always to be blest.
The Art of Preserving Health (1744)
Music exalts each joy, allays each grief,
Expels diseases, softens every pain,
Subdues the rage of poison, and the plague.
The Art of Preserving Health (1744)
Of right and wrong he taught
Truths as refined as ever Athens heard;
And (strange to tell) he practis'd what he preach'd.
The Art of Preserving Health (1744)
Our greatest good, and what we least can spare,
Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear.
Art of Preserving Health (1744)
There are, while human miseries abound,
A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth,
Without one fool or flatterer at your board,
Without one hour of sickness or disgust.
The Art of Preserving Health (1744)
Weak withering age no rigid law forbids,
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm,
The sapless habit daily to bedew,
And give the hesitating wheels of life
Gliblier to play.
The Art of Preserving Health (1744)
Know then, whatever cheerful and serene
Supports the mind, supports the body too:
Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel
Is hope, the balm and lifeblood of the soul.
Art of Preserving Health (1744)
How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
The Art of Preserving Health (1744)
Music exalts each joy, allays each grief,
Expels diseases, softens every pain,
Subdues the rage of poison and of plague.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
Of right and wrong he taught
Truths as refined as ever Athens heard;
And (strange to tell!) he practised what he preach’d.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones,
And tottering empires rush by their own weight.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
He chooses best, whose labor entertains
His vacant fancy most; the toil you hate
Fatigues you soon, and scarce improves your limbs.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
Your friends avoid you, brutishly transform’d
They hardly know you, or if one remains
To wish you well, he wishes you in heaven.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
For pale and trembling anger rushes in
With faltering speech, and eyes that wildly stare,
Fierce as the tiger, madder than the seas,
Desperate and armed with more than human strength.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
Good native Taste, tho’ rude, is seldom wrong,
Be it in music, painting, or in song:
But this, as well as other faculties,
Improves with age and ripens by degrees.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul,
Is the best gift of heaven; a happiness
That, even above the smiles and frowns of fate,
Exalts great Nature’s favorites; a wealth
That ne’er encumbers, nor can be transferr’d.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
’Tis chiefly taste, or blunt, or gross, or fine,
Makes life insipid, bestial, or divine.
Better be born with taste to little rent
Than the dull monarch of a continent;
Without this bounty which the gods bestow,
Can Fortune make one favorite happy? No.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
The body * * *
Much toil demands; the lean elastic less.
While winter chills the blood and binds the veins,
No labors are too hard; by those you ’scape
The slow diseases of the torpid year,
Endless to name.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
Toil, and be strong; by toil the flaccid nerves
Grow firm, and gain a more compacted tone:
The greener juices are by toil subdued,
Mellow’d, and subtilis’d; the vapid old
Expell’d, and all the rancor of the blood.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)