Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
For they conquer who believe they can.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love’s fire!
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Joy rul’d the day, and Love the night.
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
For lawful power is still superior found, When long driven back, at length it stands the ground.
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
By education most have been misled.
How blessed is he, who leads a country life, Unvex’d with anxious cares, and void of strife! Who studying peace, and shunning civil rage, Enjoy’d his youth, and now enjoys his age: All who deserve his love, he makes his own; And, to be lov’d himself, needs only to be known.
I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.