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Stolen sweets are best.
The happy have whole days.
Words are but empty thanks.
A weak invention of the Enemy.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Thou strange piece of wild nature!
Possession is eleven points in the law.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.
Who fears t' offend takes the first step to please.
Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
Wit is the most rascally, contemptible, beggarly thing on the face of the earth.
Banish that fear; my flame can never waste, For love sincere refines upon the taste.
What have I done? What horrid crime committed? To me the worst of crimes-outliv'd my liking.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian domeOutlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.
The happy have whole days, and those they choose. The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.
Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy. Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy!
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light, Which I must ne'er enjoy? What are the blessings of the sight? Oh, tell your poor blind boy!
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.
The wretch that fears to drown, will break through flames; Or, in his dread of flames, will plunge in waves. When eagles are in view, the screaming doves Will cower beneath the feet of man for safety.
I've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes-- Now though thy friendly hand has brushed 'em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to mine eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
When we are conscious of the least comparative merit in ourselves, we should take as much care to conceal the value we set upon it, as if it were a real defect; to be elated or vain upon it is showing your money before people in want.