He Moliere pleases all the world, but can- not please himself.
He Moliere pleases all the world, but can- not please himself.
Whate'er is well conceived is clearly said, And the words to say it flow with ease.
No one who cannot limit himself has ever been able to write.
Happy who in his verse can gently steer From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.
In spite of every sage whom Greece can show, Unerring wisdom never dwelt below Folly in all of every age we see, The only difference lies in the degree.
The terrible burden of having nothing to do.
But satire, ever moral, ever new, Delights the reader and instructs him, too. She, if good sense refine her sterling page, Oft shakes some rooted folly of the age.
Greatest fools are oft most satisfied.
However big the fool, there is always a bigger fool to admire him.
If your descent is from heroic sires, Show in your life a remnant of their fires.
Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach, once we have left it, we can never return.
Every age has its pleasures, its style of wit, and its own ways.
Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine Embroil the earth about a fancied line And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.
Nothing but truth is lovely, nothing fair.
Of all the creatures that creep, swim, or fly, Peopling the earth, the waters, and the sky, From Rome to Iceland, Paris to Japan, I really think the greatest fool is man.
The wisest man is he who does not fancy that he is so at all.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories