The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we ...

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

Prudery is ignorance.

Silence gives consent.

Tenderness is a virtue.

Error is ever talkative.

Error is always talkative.

The very pink of perfection.

Hope, like the gleaming taper

Crime generally punishes itself.

Fear guides more than gratitude.

Nobody with me at sea but myself.

Wealth accumulates, and men decay.

The first blow is half the battle.

And learn the luxury of doing good.

Crimes generally punish themselves.

Silence is become his mother tongue.

Where wealth accumulates, men decay.

All the bloomy flush of life is fled.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.

Little things are great to little men.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!

Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.

Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.

The sports of children satisfy the child.

And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

Though very poor, may still be very blest.

Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

The loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

The jests of the rich are ever successful.

What is genius or courage without a heart?

I always get the better when I argue alone.

Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain.

The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

Fortune is ever seen accompanying industry.

Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.

Measures, not men, have always been my mark.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.

Those who think must govern those that toil.

Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.

Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie.

And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.

An Englishman fears contempt more than death.

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

The volume of Nature is the book of knowledge.

Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

They say women and music should never be dated.

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