Joseph Addison

Oh! think what anxious moments pass between
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods,
Oh! read more

Oh! think what anxious moments pass between
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods,
Oh! 'tis a dreadful interval of time,
Filled up with horror all, and big with death!

The utmost extent of man's knowledge, is to know that he knows nothing.

The utmost extent of man's knowledge, is to know that he knows nothing.

What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, read more

What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, oppress'd and harrass'd out with care,
Sinks down to rest.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.