Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!
Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.
A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - For years fleet away with the wings of the dove - The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.
It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Poetry should only occupy the idle.
I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.
Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.
I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.
There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.
Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.
Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
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