How shocking must thy summons be, O death, to him that is at ease in his possessions! who, counting on long years of pleasure here, is quite unfurnished for the world to come. — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society. — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness. — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame, Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard, Those bold insurancers… — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt. — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
But if there be an hereafter,And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'dAnd suffer'd to speak out, tells every man,Then must it be an awful thing… — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud. — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:—this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait… — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
That discipline which corrects the eagerness of worldly passions, which fortifies the heart with virtuous principles, which enlightens the mind with useful knowledge, and… — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious. — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
