Quote #20
Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face.
More from George Crabbe
- And took for truth the test of ridicule.
- To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.
- He tried the luxury of doing good.
- Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys, Are never valued till they make a noise.
- 'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
- But 'twas a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide.
- Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.
- Cut and come again.