Samuel Garth Quotes

Some fell by laudanum, and some by steel, and death in ambush lay in every pill.

Ingratitude's a weed of every clime, It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.

As distant prospects please us, but when near We find but desert rocks and fleeting air

Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun, Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run: So lines that from their parallel decline, More they proceed the more they still disjoin.

I see the right, and I approve it too,Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.

Dear gentlemen, let me die a natural death.

Where billows never break, nor tempests roar.