113 Quotes by George Crabbe

In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.

What is a church? - Our honest sexton tells, / 'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.

When the coarse cloth she saw, with many a stain, / Soiled by rude hands, who cut and came again.

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

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

The ring so worn, as you behold, / So thin, so pale, is yet of gold.

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.

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

Lo! the poor toper whose untutored sense, Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense; Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer, Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer.