They say everything in the world is good for something.
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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.
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes... Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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.
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