More quotes by Tobias Smollett
True courage scorns
To vent her prowess in a storm of words;
And, to the valiant, actions speak alone.
Thy fatal shafts unerring move;
I bow before thine altar, Love!
A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.
Every shot has its commission, d'ye see? We must all die at one time, as the saying is.
And hearts resolved and hands prepared
The blessings they enjoy to guard.
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Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.
The free-lance writer is a man who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
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