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Her great merit is finding out mine - there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?
Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
Religion-freedom-vengeance-what you will, A word's enough to raise mankind to kill.
Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.
Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty
Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.
I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.
Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.
The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.
For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts, you have no idea of the pain it gives one.
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.
For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.
Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?
He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.