The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Give us enough but with a sparing hand.

A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.

Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.

Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.

The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private interest.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your soul, appear.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

Circle are praised not that abound In largeness but the exactly round.

Truth lies within a little and certain compass, but error is immense.

To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves - there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

The real peril of war lies not in military defeat. It lies in war itself, whether we win or lose.

All political parties die at last of swallowing their own lies.

Seeking to forget makes exile all the longer; the secret of redemption lies in remembrance.

Because of the lack of education on AIDS, discrimination, fear, panic, and lies surrounded me.

Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two.

The English are polite by telling lies. The Americans are polite by telling the truth.

The great danger for family life, in the midst of any society whose idols are pleasure, comfort and independence, lies in the fact that people close their hearts and become selfish.

Americans detest all lies except lies spoken in public or printed lies.

The task of the educator lies in seeing that the child does not confound good with immobility and evil with activity.

The worlds I paint leave a lot to engage the imagination by hinting at what lies beyond the four edges of the painting. I think getting beyond the four edges of an opportunity or challenge is one of the basic skills you need in business.

The road to perseverance lies by doubt.

The power of a book lies in its power to turn a solitary act into a shared vision. As long as we have books, we are not alone.

I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy and the world begins lying about us pretty soon afterward.

The secret of a person's nature lies in their religion and what they really believes about the world and their place in it.

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

For me the greatest beauty always lies in the greatest clarity.

Remember, beneath every cynic there lies a romantic, and probably an injured one.

The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.

The way of a man's heart will be foreshadowed by what goodness lies in him - coming from above, and from around; but a way foreshadowed is not a way made.

The elite media has been caught in so many lies because of false statements that its whole reputation has eroded, their circulation is down, and their profits are down.