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Sweet tastes have sour closes; and he repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.
If thy daughter marry well, thou hast found a son; if not, thou hast lost a daughter.
The suburbs of folly is vain mirth, and profuseness of laughter is the city of fools.
Appearance should never attain reality, And if nature conquers, then must art retire.
An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.
But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.
Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.
That all men would be cowards if they dare, Some men we know have courage to declare.
Of all the plagues with which the world is curst, Of every ill, a woman is the worst.
Shall Nature, erring from her first command, self-preservation, fall by her own hand?
In every Art it is good to have a master. [In every art it is good to have a master.]
It costs more to doe ill then to doe well. [It costs more to do ill than to do well.]
Not only ought fortune to be pictured on a wheel, but every thing else in this world.
The effect speakes, the tongue needes not. [The effect speaks, the tongue needs not.]
He that needs five thousand pound to live, Is full as poor as he that needs but five.
A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth
Upon Love's bosom Earth floats like an Ark Safely through all the Deluge of the dark.
I think there are things for all of us to do as long as we're here and we're healthy.
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.
If at last thou attain the desire of thy life, Cast the world aside, yea, abandon it!
Your children are not little mirrors reflecting back the good or bad job you've done.
Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
I do not give the honorific name of 'poetry' to the primitive and the unaccomplished.
My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.
The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!
When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.
All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.
And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental, That nothing with God can be accidental.
What else remains for me? Youth, hope and love; To build a new life on a ruined life.
The depths modern art has been exploring are mysterious depths, full of strange fish.
If modern art has produced symbols that are unfamiliar, that was only to be expected.
How foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence.
If you add a little to a little and do this often, soon the little will become great.
Money is a handmaiden, if thou knowest how to use it A mistress, if thou knowest not.
Many shall be restored that now are fallen and many shall fall that now are in honor.
Poets, the first instructors of mankind, Brought all things to the proper native use.
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
Mingle a little folly with your wisdom; a little nonsense, now and then, is pleasant.
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
Usually the modest person passes for someone reserved, the silent for a sullen person
He who preserves a man's life against his will does the same thing as if he slew him.
To think twice in every matter and follow the lead of others is no way to make money.
We learn about one another's culture the same way we learn about sex: in the streets.
I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With bookworms in my coffin.
Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.
What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.