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

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.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

When you know something in your heart, you better not be quiet about it. You better speak out about it.

Never for the sake of peace and quiet deny your convictions.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.

It was still quiet in the house, and not a sound was heard from outside, either. Were it not for this silence, my reverie would probably have been disrupted by reminders of daily duties, of getting up and going to school.

A quiet impression could be a personal instruction from the Lord. It is personal and private. It comes from the Lord. Why is it important to keep sacred writings private? Because then He will give us more.

You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.

Talent develops in quiet places, character in the full current of human life.

The truth is that parents are not really interested in justice. They just want quiet.

He did not arrive at this conclusion by the decent process of quiet, logical deduction, nor yet by the blinding flash of glorious intuition, but by the shoddy, untidy process halfway between the two by which one usually gets to know things.

Thou hast created us for Thyself, and our heart is not quiet until it rests in Thee.

For which reason I would exhort you to pay all due Regard to the government over us; to the KING and all in authority; and to lead a quiet and peaceable life.

I was one of those dark, quiet kids that wrote poetry.

At the moment you are no longer an observing, reflecting being; you have ceased to be aware of yourself; you exist only in that quiet, steady thrill that is so unlike any excitement that you have ever known.

Everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for - sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive or quiet and calm.

My first two records were more energetic; Phantom Moon is subtle, quiet; so these various reactions are just something I expected.

It was all so far away - there was quiet and an untouched feel to the country and I could work as I pleased.

So I had to just kind of go back to the hotel, take a shower, sit quiet, dig down deep, warm up, and allow myself to move into some kind of zone. And then I remembered that a lot of my favorite musical moments are not about perfection.

The act of bell ringing is symbolic of all proselytizing religions. It implies the pointless interference with the quiet of other people.

It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted pavements. It was a city of shuttered shops, and barred windows, and deserted avenues.

Peter remained very quiet and shy, but when he spoke it made sense.