Matthew Prior

Let me skim the water with one oar, and with the other touch
sand. [Go not out of your read more

Let me skim the water with one oar, and with the other touch
sand. [Go not out of your depth.]

The end must justify the means.

The end must justify the means.

The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
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The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frightened shores.

They always talk who never think, and who have the least to say.

They always talk who never think, and who have the least to say.

Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.

Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.