13 John Armstrong Quotes

John Armstrong quotes

1. Of right and wrong he taught Truths as refined as ever Athens heard; And (strange to tell!) he practised what he preached.

1. How sickly grow, How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales That, circled round with the gigantic heap Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope To feel, the genial vigor of the sun!

2. Ye youths and virgins, when your generous blood Has drunk the warmth of fifteen summers, now The loves invite; now to new rapture wakes The finish'd sense: while stung with keen desire The madd'ning boy his bashful fetters bursts; And, urg'd with secret flames, the riper maid, Conscious and shy, betrays her smarting breast.

3. Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still A faithless heart betrays the head unsound.

4. He knows enough, the mariner, who knows Where lurk the shelves, and where the whirlpools boil, What signs portend the storm: to subtler minds He leaves to scan, from what mysterious cause Charybdis rages in the Ionian wave; Whence those impetuous currents in the main Which neither oar nor sail can stem; and why The roughening deep expects the storm, as sure As red Orion mounts the shrouded heaven.

5. Tis not too late to-morrow to be brave.

6. What Nature bids is good, is wise, and faultless we obey.

7. You can't help people that don't want to be helped.

8. The most beautiful form of compromise is forgiveness.

9. We know great Nature's pow'r, Mother of things, whose vast unbounded sway From the deep centre all around extends Wide to the flaming barriers of the world. We feel her power; we strive not to repress (Vainly repress'd, or to deformity) Her lawful growth: ours be the task alone To check her rude excrescencies, to prune Her wanton overgrowth, and where she strays In uncouth shapes, to lead her gently back, With prudent hand, to form and better use.

10. Much had he read, Much more had he seen; he studied from the life, And in th' original perus'd mankind.

11. Our greatest good, and what we least can spare, Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear.

12. Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, Is the best gift of Heaven: a happiness That even above the smiles and frowns of fate Exalts great Nature's favourites: a wealth That ne'er encumbers, nor can be transferr'd.