Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
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.
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.
If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
They say everything in the world is good for something.
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes... Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
How blessed is he, who leads a country life, Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of strife! Who studying peace, and shunning civil rage, Enjoy'd his youth, and now enjoys his age: All who deserve his love, he makes his own; And, to be lov'd himself, needs only to be known.
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the' appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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