It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce:
It's fitter being sane than mad.
My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;
That, after Last, returns the First,
Though a wide compass round be fetched;
That what began best, can't end worst,
Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.
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To liken them to your auld-warld squad,
I must needs say comparisons are odd.
To liken them to your auld-warld squad,
I must needs say comparisons are odd.
Like lips like lettuce (i.e. like has met its like).
(Lat., Similem habent labra lactucam.]
Like lips like lettuce (i.e. like has met its like).
(Lat., Similem habent labra lactucam.]
Comparisons do ofttime great grievance.
Comparisons do ofttime great grievance.
Some say, that Seignior Bononchini
Compar'd to Handel's a mere Ninny;
Others aver, to him, that Handel
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Some say, that Seignior Bononchini
Compar'd to Handel's a mere Ninny;
Others aver, to him, that Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
Strange! that such high Disputes shou'd be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is
solid refinement.
Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is
solid refinement.
Our similarities are different.
Our similarities are different.
'Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration
Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains
The east; 'tis time unfolds read more
'Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration
Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains
The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to read more
Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to bear
All reflections, foul or fair.
Thou art deep and bright within,
Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne;
Thou art very frail as well,
Frail as flesh is,--so was Nell.
Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
[Lat., Sunt bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura.]
Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
[Lat., Sunt bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura.]
