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John Byrom Quotes

1692–1763 England

John Byrom (29 February 1692 – 26 September 1763) was an English poet.

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Also known as: Byrom

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Take time enough: all other graces
Will soon fill up their proper places.

Religion's Meaning when I would recall,
Love is to me the plainest Word of all.

If a man do but keep himself sober and stout,
The world as he'd have it must needs turn about.

In the Praise ever due to the Gospel of Grace
Its Universality holds the first Place.

When things were as fine as could possibly be
I thought 'twas the spring; but alas it was she.

Sir, you must be all caution and no fear, and you'll find true what our old friend Archimedes said some while ago.

No rest is to be found
But in Thy blessèd love;
O let my wish be crowned
And send it from above.

The point is plain as a pike-staff.

That Religion may flourish upon its true Plan
Of Glory to God and Salvation to Man.

An Heav'n within, — in other Words, Above.

"The Sabbath was made for Man; not Man for the Sabbath."

The Church is indeed, in its real Intent,
An Assembly where Nothing but
Friendship is meant;
And the utter Extinction of Foeship and Wrath
By the Working of Love in the Strength of its Faith.

Christians, awake! salute the happy morn,
Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born.

A Hymn for Christmas Day (1750)

Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow,
Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow.

Man was not made for Law, but Law for Man.

Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.

Here, all ye learned, full of all Dispute,
Of true and false Religion lies the Root.
The Mind of Christ, when He became a Man,
With all Its Tempers, forms its real Plan,
The Sheep from Goats distinguishing full well; —
His Love is Heav'n, and Want of It is Hell.

My spirit longs for Thee,
Within my troubled breast,
Though I unworthy be
Of so divine a Guest.

Were I a king (God bless me) I should hate
My chaplains meddling with affairs of state;
Nor would my subjects, I should think, be fond,
Whenever theirs the Bible went beyond.

Endless Perfections after all conspire,
And to adore excite and to admire;
But to plain Minds the Plainest Pow'r Above
Is Native Goodness to attract our Love;
Centre of all Its various Pow'r and Skill
Is One Divine, Immutable Good Will.

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Byrom (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.