Joseph Addison

Thanks to the gods! my boy has done his duty.

Thanks to the gods! my boy has done his duty.

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
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The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Forever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.

Curse on his virtues! they've undone his country.

Curse on his virtues! they've undone his country.

Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails and impious men bear away,
The post of read more

Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails and impious men bear away,
The post of honor is a private station.

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet read more

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others. -Joseph Addison.