Ye youths and virgins, when your generous blood Has drunk the warmth of fifteen summers, now The loves invite; now to new… — John Armstrong Bashful Copy Share Image
Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still A faithless heart betrays the head unsound. — John Armstrong Betray Copy Share Image
He knows enough, the mariner, who knows Where lurk the shelves, and where the whirlpools boil, What signs portend the storm: to… — John Armstrong Causes Copy Share Image
“But mostly what we think of as the 'meaning' of life concerns the style of the private autobiography we each write and… — John Armstrong High expectations Copy Share Image
We know great Nature's pow'r, Mother of things, whose vast unbounded sway From the deep centre all around extends Wide to the… — John Armstrong Barriers Copy Share Image
Much had he read, Much more had he seen; he studied from the life, And in th' original perus'd mankind. — John Armstrong Inspirational Copy Share Image
Our greatest good, and what we least can spare, Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear. — John Armstrong Evil Copy Share Image
Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, Is the best gift of Heaven: a happiness That even above the smiles and… — John Armstrong Beauty Copy Share Image
The blood, the fountain whence the spirits flow The generous stream that waters every part, And motion, vigor, and warm life conveys… — John Armstrong Blood Copy Share Image
One’s relationship with money is lifelong, it colors one’s sense of identity, it shapes one’s attitude to other people, it connects and… — John Armstrong Arena Copy Share Image
“Love can sometimes rise up like a desperate cry from a neglected part of oneself which takes a long view but which… — John Armstrong Love Copy Share Image
“What is given by nature is not necessarily good, what is achieved by artifice is not necessarily worthless.” — John Armstrong Love Copy Share Image
The boy may wrestle, when Night--working Fancy steals him to the arms Of nymph oft wish'd awake, and, 'mid the rage Of… — John Armstrong Arms Copy Share Image
Ye generous maids, revenge your sex's wrong; Let not the mean destroyer e'er approach Your sacred charms. Now muster all your pride,… — John Armstrong Approach Copy Share Image
Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, And tottering empires rush by their own weight. — John Armstrong Empires Copy Share Image
Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong, Be it in music, painting, or in song: But this, as well as other… — John Armstrong Age Copy Share Image
Know, then, whatever cheerful and serene supports the mind supports the body too. — John Armstrong Body Copy Share Image
