Quote #3
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even, And opens in each heart a little heaven.
More from Matthew Prior
- The end must justify the means.
- Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind; Let all her ways be unconfined; And clap your padlock - on her mind!
- Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim At objects in an airy height; The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight.
- And thought the nation ne'er would thrive Till all the whores were burnt alive.
- He ranged his tropes, and preached up patience; Backed his opinion with quotations.
- Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
- And often took leave, but was loth to depart.
- His noble negligences teach What others' toils despair to reach.