Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed. |
Never find fault with the absent. |
To be angry is to revenge the fault of others upon ourselves. |
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. |
Our rural ancestors, with little blest; Patient of labour when the end was rest; Indulged the day that housed their annual grain; With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain. |
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. |
An honest man's the noblest work of God. |
An honest man's the noblest work of God. |
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. Alexander Pope |
To err is human, to forgive divine. |