Elijah Fenton Quotes

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Beware of flatt'ry! 'tis a flow'ry weed,
Which oft offends the very idol-vice,
Whose shrine it would perfume.

Elijah Fenton

A while she stood
Transform'd by grief to marble, and appear'd
Her own pale monument; but when she breath'd
The secret anguish of her wounded soul;
So moving were the plaints! they wou'd have sooth'd
The stooping falcon to suspend his flight,
And spare his morning prey.

Elijah Fenton

O blissful poverty!
Nature, too partial! to thy lot assigns
Health, freedom, innocence, and dow[n]y peace,
Her real goods: and only mocks the great
With empty pageantries!

Elijah Fenton

Fear, guilt, despair, and moon-struck phrensy rush
On voluntary death: the wise and brave,
When the fierce storms of fortune round 'em roar,
Combat the billows with redoubled force:
Then, if they perish ere the port is gain'd,
They sink with decent pride; and from the deep
Honour retrieves them, bright as rising stars.

Elijah Fenton