What did George Crabbe mean by: See Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face. - George Crabbe Poet · England Copy
+ An infatuated man is not only foolish, but wild. Feraz Zeid, August 21, 2023December 12, 2023, George Crabbe, Fool, Infatuation, 0 - George Crabbe Poet · England
+ That all men would be cowards if they dare, Some men we know have courage to declare. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Crabbe, Coward, 0 - George Crabbe Poet · England
+ Against her foes Religion well defends Her sacred truths, but often fears her friends. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Crabbe, Foe, Sacred, 0 - George Crabbe Poet · England
+ Secrets with girls, like guns with boys, are never valued till they make a noise. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Crabbe, Boys, Girl, Gun, 0 - George Crabbe Poet · England
+ Life is not measured by the time we live. Feraz Zeid, August 21, 2023December 12, 2023, George Crabbe, 0 - George Crabbe Poet · England
+ Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Crabbe, Dream, Portraits, 0 - George Crabbe Poet · England
+ Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write. Feraz Zeid, October 26, 2023December 26, 2023, George Crabbe, Wish, Writing, 0 - George Crabbe Poet · England
+ What is a church?Our honest sexton tells, ‘Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Crabbe, Bells, Church, 0 - George Crabbe Poet · England
Don’t do cocaine. Don’t race trains. And avoid AIDS situations. Explain - Charlie Munger Business person
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Children have neither past nor future;they enjoy the present, which very few of us do. - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its shortness. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
To win a race, the swiftness of a dart Availeth not without a timely start - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
