John Armstrong (poet)
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John Armstrong (1709–1779) was a Scottish physician and poet.
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The Art of Preserving Health (1744)
- There are, while human miseries abound,
A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth,
Without one fool or flatterer at your board,
Without one hour of sickness or disgust.
- Book II, line 195.
- Weak withering age no rigid law forbids,
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm,
The sapless habit daily to bedew,
And give the hesitating wheels of life
Gliblier to play.
- Book II, line 484.
- This restless world
Is full of chances, which by habit's power
To learn to bear is easier than to shun.
- Book II, line 453.
- How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
- Book III, line 385.
- 'Tis not for mortals always to be blest.
- Book IV, line 260.
- Of right and wrong he taught
Truths as refined as ever Athens heard;
And (strange to tell) he practis'd what he preach'd.
- Book IV, line 301.
- Music exalts each joy, allays each grief,
Expels diseases, softens every pain,
Subdues the rage of poison, and the plague.
- Book IV, line 512.