113 Quotes by George Crabbe

Let’s learn to live, for we must die alone.

Temp’rate in every place – abroad, at home, Thence will applause, and hence will profit come; And health from either – he in time prepares For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.

Life’s bloomy flush was lost.

Hence, in these times, untouch’d the pages lie, And slumber out their immortality.

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

Fashion, though Folly’s child, and guide of fools, Rules e’en the wisest, and in learning rules.

With eye upraised his master’s look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man’s guardian and the poor man’s friend, The only creature faithful to the end.

All green was anished sae of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue; Sae the green holly with its berries red, And the green moss that o’er the grael spread.

From powerful causes spring the empiric’s gains, Man’s love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.