Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; Robert Blair More Quotes by Robert Blair More Quotes From Robert Blair The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghost, Not to return; or if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short, and far between. Robert Blair returnangelghost Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society. Robert Blair soulsweetfriendship Industry is not only the instrument of improvement, but the foundation of pleasure. He who is a stranger to it may possess, but cannot enjoy, for it is labor only which gives relish to pleasure. It is the indispensable condition of possessing a sound mind in a sound body, and it is the appointed vehicle of every good to man. Robert Blair mindgivingmen How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt. Robert Blair arrowsguiltstupid 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. Robert Blair progressmaturityvegetables Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious. Robert Blair fantasticaffectionridiculous Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between. Robert Blair angel Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before! Robert Blair heartbeautygiving 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. Robert Blair famelittlesmen The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud. Robert Blair pridepyramidsclouds The common damn'd shun their society. Robert Blair damnsuicidecommon 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. Robert Blair easelongyears When it draws near to witching time of night. Robert Blair drawsnight-timenight Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature. Robert Blair geniusnatureaction The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness. Robert Blair gravesfearmen Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. Robert Blair whistlingcouragebears Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance Robert Blair remembrancepainjoy That discipline which corrects the eagerness of worldly passions, which fortifies the heart with virtuous principles, which enlightens the mind with useful knowledge, and furnishes to it matter of enjoyment from within itself, is of more consequence to real felicity than all the provisions which we can make of the goods of fortune. Robert Blair realheartknowledge But if there be an hereafter,And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'dAnd suffer'd to speak out, tells every man,Then must it be an awful thing to die;More horrid yet to die by one's own hand. Robert Blair speaks-outmenhands
