33 Quotes by Robert Blair

The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame, Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard, Those bold insurancers of deathless fame, Supply their little feeble aids in vain.

Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.

Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.

How shocking must thy summons be, O death, to him that is at ease in his possessions! who, counting on long years of pleasure here, is quite unfurnished for the world to come.

Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet’ner of life, and solder of society.

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou’rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.