George Crabbe

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend,
Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend;
But if he read more

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend,
Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend;
But if he will thy friendly checks forego,
Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!

Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood,
He tried the luxury of doing good.

Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood,
He tried the luxury of doing good.

Temp'rate in every place--abroad, at home,
Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;
And health from read more

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.

The face the index of a feeling mind.

The face the index of a feeling mind.

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune