01c. 1789 ADTo those who know thee not, no words can paint! And those who know thee, know all words are faint!Hannah More / quote ↗
02c. 1789 ADSince trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs.Hannah More / quote ↗
03c. 1789 ADIn men this blunder still you find,— All think their little set mankind.Hannah More / quote ↗
06c. 1789 ADGenius, without religion, is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace. It may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without while the inhabitant sits in darkness.Hannah More / quote ↗
07c. 1789 ADPerfect purity, fullness of joy, everlasting freedom, perfect rest, health and fruition, complete security, substantial and eternal good.Hannah More / quote ↗
08c. 1789 ADTo be good and disagreeable is high treason against the royalty of virtue.Hannah More / quote ↗
09c. 1789 ADFell luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksands, poverty or chains.Hannah More / quote ↗
10c. 1789 ADIn this blunder still you find, / All think their little set mankind.Hannah More / quote ↗
12c. 1789 ADLove never reasons, but profusely gives—gives, like a thoughtless prodigal, its all, and trembles then lest it has done too little.Hannah More / quote ↗
13c. 1789 ADOf other tyrants short the strife, / But Indolence is king for life: / The despot twists, with soft control, / Eternal fetters round the soul.Hannah More / quote ↗
14c. 1789 AD'Twas doing nothing was his curse—/ Is there a vice can plague us worse?Hannah More / quote ↗
15c. 1789 ADUnhappy state of kings! it is well the robe of majesty is gay, or who would put it on?Hannah More / quote ↗
16c. 1789 ADWe are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.Hannah More / quote ↗
18c. 1789 ADHow short is human life! the very breath Which frames my words, accelerates my death.Hannah More / quote ↗
19c. 1789 ADEsteem none happy by their outward air; All have their portion of allotted care, Though wisdom wears the semblance of content, When the full heart with agony is rent, Secludes its anguish from the public view, And by secluding, learns to conquer too; Denied the fond indulgence to complain, The aching heart its peace may best regain. By love directed, and in mercy meant, Are trials suffer’d, and afflictions sent; To stem imperious passion’s furious tide, To curb the insolence of prosperous pride, To wean from earth, and bid our wishes soar To that blest clime where pain shall be no more; Where wearied virtue shall for refuge fly, And every tear be wiped from every eye.Hannah More / quote ↗
20c. 1789 ADTrue courage is not moved by breath of words; While the rash bravery of boiling blood, Impetuous, knows no settled principle. A feverish tide, it has its ebbs and flows, As spirits rise or fall, as wine inflames, Or circumstances change: but inborn courage, The generous child of fortitude and faith, Holds its firm empire in the constant soul; And like the steadfast pole-star, never once From the same fixed and faithful point declines.Hannah More / quote ↗
21c. 1789 ADTo bless mankind with tides of flowing wealth, With power to grace them, or to crown with health, Our little lot denies; but Heaven decrees To all, the gift of minist’ring to ease: The gentle offices of patient love, Beyond all flattery, and all praise above; The mild forbearance of another’s fault, The taunting word suppress’d as soon as thought; On these Heaven bade the sweets of life depend; And crush’d ill fortune when she gave a friend. A solitary blessing few can find; Our joys with those we love are intertwined; And he whose wakeful tenderness removes Th’ obstructing thorn which wounds the breast he loves, Smoothes not another’s rugged path alone, But scatters roses to adorn his own.Hannah More / quote ↗
22c. 1789 ADThe soul on earth is an immortal guest, Condemned to starve at an unreal feast: A spark, which upwards tends by nature’s force; A stream, diverted from its parent source; A drop dissevered from the boundless sea; A moment, parted from eternity; A pilgrim panting for the rest to come; An exile, anxious for his native home.Hannah More / quote ↗
23c. 1789 ADHow wise a short retreat to steal, The vanity of life to feel, And from its cares to fly: To act one calm, domestic scene, Earth’s bustle and the grave between, Retire, and learn to die!Hannah More / quote ↗
24c. 1789 ADO war!—what, what art thou? At once the proof and scourge of man’s fall’n state? After the brightest conquest, what appears Of all thy glories? for the vanquish’d chains! For the proud victors, what? alas! to reign O’er desolated nations!Hannah More / quote ↗
