Hannah More

In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.

In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.

No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue;
Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest
Save he read more

No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue;
Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest
Save he who courts the flattery.

Since trifles make the sum of human things,
And half our misery from our foibles springs;
Since read more

Since trifles make the sum of human things,
And half our misery from our foibles springs;
Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease,
And though but few can serve, yet all may please;
On, let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence,
A small unkindness is a great offence.

Small habits, well pursued betimes,
May reach the dignity of crimes.

Small habits, well pursued betimes,
May reach the dignity of crimes.