SundayFeb 15, 2026
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William Shenstone (November 18, 1714 - February 11, 1763) was an English poet and one of the earliest practitioners of landscape gardening through the development of his estate, The Leasowes .
Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Pun-provoking thyme.
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of decency does yield.
For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, and so true.
A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo.
Laws are generally found to be nets of such a texture, as the little creep through, the great break through, and the middle-sized are alone entangled in it.
Consider, when you are enraged at any one, what you would probably think if he should die during the dispute.
Jealousy is the fear or apprehension of superiority; envy our uneasiness under it.
What leads to unhappiness, is making pleasure the chief aim.
A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, And ends with making truth itself appear like falsehood.
Hope is a flatterer, but the most upright of all parasites; for she frequents the poor man's hut, as well as the palace of his superior.
Think when you are enraged at any one, what would probably Become your sentiments should he die during the dispute.
Taste is pursued at a less expense than fashion.
A fool and his words are soon parted; a man of genius and his money.
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