Think nothing done while aught remains to do.

Human Life (1819)

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Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i.

She was good as she was fair,
None–none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.

Jacqueline. Stanza 1.

The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

Jacqueline. Stanza 3.

A guardian angel o’er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Human Life (1819)