The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
Love is love's reward.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow's falser than the former day.
Sure there's contagion in the tears of friends.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
A woman's counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart's ease he liv'd; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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