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, Tales, The Learned Boy.
Cut and come again.George Crabbe
See Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face.George Crabbe
Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys, Are never valued till they make a noise.George Crabbe
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.George Crabbe
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.George Crabbe
Fashion, though Folly's child, and guide of fools, Rules e'en the wisest, and in learning rules.George Crabbe
Yes, thus the Muses sing of happy swains, Because the Muses never knew their pains: They boast their peasants'pipes, but peasants now Resign their pipes and plod behind the plough.George Crabbe
There anchoring, Peter chose from man to hide, There hang his head, and view the lazy tide In its hot slimy channel slowly glide; Where the small eels that left the deeper way For the warm shore, within the shallows play; Where gaping mussels, left upon the mud, Slope their slow passage to the fallen flood.George Crabbe