WHITE, Henry Kirke Quotes
(1785-1806), English poet
I'd rather than that crowds should sigh for me, that from some kindred eye the trickling tear should steal.
I never complained of my condition but once, said an old man—when my feet were bare, and I had no money to buy shoes; but I met a man without feet, and became contented.
Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed; can rear a garden in the desert waste.
The good man's hope is laid far—far beyond the sway of tempests, or the furious sweep of mortal desolation.
Let not the freedom of inquiry be shackled.—If it multiplies contentions among the wise and virtuous, it exercises the charity of those who contend.—If it shakes for a time the belief that is rested only on prejudice, it finally settles it on the broader and more solid basis of conviction.
God of the just, Thou gav'st the bitter cup. I bow to thy behest, and drink it up.
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