Joseph Addison ( 10 of 139 )
When I read the rules of criticism, I immediately inquire after
the works of the author who has written read more
When I read the rules of criticism, I immediately inquire after
the works of the author who has written them, and by that means
discover what it is he likes in a composition.
Method is not less requisite in ordinary conversation than in
writing, provided a man would talk to make himself read more
Method is not less requisite in ordinary conversation than in
writing, provided a man would talk to make himself understood.
'Tis not in mortals to command success,
But we'll do more, Sempronius,--
We'll deserve it.
'Tis not in mortals to command success,
But we'll do more, Sempronius,--
We'll deserve it.
There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a
nation, than a want of zeal read more
There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a
nation, than a want of zeal in its inhabitants for the good of
their country.
Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.
Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.
There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a nation, than a want of zeal in read more
There is no greater sign of a general decay of virtue in a nation, than a want of zeal in its inhabitants for the good of their country.
I have but nine-pence in ready money, but I can draw for a
thousand pounds.
I have but nine-pence in ready money, but I can draw for a
thousand pounds.
What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, read more
What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, oppress'd and harrass'd out with care,
Sinks down to rest.
Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.
Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate,
And not the wonders of thy youth relate;
How read more
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate,
And not the wonders of thy youth relate;
How can I see the gay, the brave, the young,
Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung!
In joys of conquest he resigns his breath,
And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.
