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Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.
…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky
He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
Dead men tell no tales.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
Fortune befriends the bold.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
But love's a malady without a cure.
I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
Fortune confounds the wise, And when they least expect it turns the dice.
Hushed as midnight silence.
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
Those who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
The Jews, a headstrong, moody, murmuring race.
When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow's falser than the former day.
With odorous oil thy head and hair are sleek; And then thou kemb'st the tuzzes on thy cheek: Of these, my barbers take a costly care.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Revealed religion first informed thy sight, and reason saw not till faith sprung to light.
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
The unhappy man, who once has trail'd a pen, Lives not to please himself, but other men; Is always drudging, wastes his life and blood, Yet only eats and drinks what you think good.
And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Merit challenges envy.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.