Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.
Envy is a kind of praise.
You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.
I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame. Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, Imagine that they raise their own. Thus Scribblers, covetous of praise, Think slander can transplant the bays.
Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.
One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.
And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
I know you lawyers can with ease, Twist words and meanings as you please; That language, by your skill made pliant, Will bend to favour every client; That 'tis the fee directs the sense, To make out either side's pretense.
A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much
Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.
In love we are all fools alike.
Music might tame and civilize wild beasts, but 'tis evident it never yet could tame and civilize musicians.
Who talks much, must talk in vain.
What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes
Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.
Fair words cost nothing.
One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.
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