Love is love's reward.
For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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!
The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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.
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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.
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.
How happy the lover, How easy his chain, How pleasing his pain, How sweet to discover He sighs not in vain.
Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
They say everything in the world is good for something.
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.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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