A Quote by Mercy Otis Warren

But in the hero ne'er forget the man. — © Mercy Otis Warren
But in the hero ne'er forget the man.
Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.
Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor ne'er can be sincere.
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Wouldst thou wisely, and with pleasure, Pass the days of life's short measure, From the slow one counsel take, But a tool of him ne'er make; Ne'er as friend the swift one know, Nor the constant one as foe.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Tis strange the miser should his cares employTo gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;Is it less strange the prodigal should wasteHis wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
This is my Father's world: O let me ne'er forget That though the wrong Seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Let a man be ne'er so wise, he may be caught with sober lies.
When a man's life is under debate, The judge can ne'er too long deliberate.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
This site uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience. More info...
Got it!