George Crabbe Quotes

The murmuring poor, who will not fast in peace.

To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.

But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.

Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys,
Are never valued till they make a noise.

Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.

Habit with him was all the test of truth,
It must be right: I’ve done it from my youth.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd;
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd.

He tried the luxury of doing good.

Who calls a lawyer rogue, may find, too late
Upon one of these depends his whole estate.

In this fool's paradise he drank delight.

Oh, rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.

Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.

Time has touched me gently in his race,
And left no odious furrows in my face.

In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.

Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain,
Like other farmers, flourish and complain.