To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent. George Crabbe More Quotes by George Crabbe More Quotes From George Crabbe Good is done by degrees. George Crabbe degreesdone A master passion is the love of news. George Crabbe newspassionmasters A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself. George Crabbe hurtfearlying "Lawyers Are": By law's dark by-ways he has stored his mind with wicked knowledge on how to cheat mankind. George Crabbe lawminddark Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long. George Crabbe angerstrengthstrong With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end. George Crabbe eyedogfriendship We cannot heal the throbbing heart till we discern the wounds within. George Crabbe emotionalfeelingsheart Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views, George Crabbe painviewslife Let's learn to live, for we must die alone. George Crabbe dieslife The game is never lost till won. George Crabbe gameslost Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most faithful friend, Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend; But if he will thy friendly checks forego, Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe! George Crabbe faithfulmenart The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies. George Crabbe relyequalcoward Lo! the poor toper whose untutored sense, Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense; Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer, Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer. George Crabbe proudwinebeer What is a church?Our honest sexton tells, 'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells. George Crabbe bellstowerschurch Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead, To find such numbers who will serve instead: And in whatever state a man be thrown, 'Tis that precisely they would wish their own. George Crabbe wifenumbersmen The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak. George Crabbe wifespeakthinking Temp'rate in every place--abroad, at home, Thence will applause, and hence will profit come; And health from either--he in time prepares For sickness, age, and their attendant cares. George Crabbe careagehome Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air. George Crabbe airskyclouds Secrets with girls, like guns with boys, are never valued till they make a noise. George Crabbe girlgunboys In general satire, every man perceives A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves. George Crabbe satiregrievingmen
