James Wood, comp. Dictionary of Quotations. 1899.
Rogers
Do what he will, he cannot realise / Half he conceives—the glorious vision flies; / Go where he may, he cannot hope to find / The truth, the beauty pictured in the mind.
Go, you may call it madness, folly; / You shall not chase my gloom away; / There’s such a charm in melancholy, / I would not, if I could, be gay.
If we sit down sullen and inactive, in expectation that God should do all, we shall find ourselves miserably deceived.
Lull’d in the countless chambers of the brain, / Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; / Awake but one, and lo! what myriads rise! / Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Pain is so uneasy a sentiment that very little of it is enough to corrupt every enjoyment.
That very law which moulds a tear, / And bids it trickle from its source; / That law preserves the earth a sphere, / And guides the planets in their course.
The good are better made by ill, / As odours crushed are sweeter still.
The great and rich depend on those whom their power or their wealth attaches to them.