More from Alexander's Feast
- Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
- For pity melts the mind to love.
- None but the brave deserves the fair.
- Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,– Sweet is pleasure after pain.
- A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
- A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
Last reviewed 2026-07-06