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.
Quote by John Dryden
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
All heiresses are beautiful
What all your sex desire is Sovereignty
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; honour but an empty bubble.
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied - And thin partitions do their bounds...
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked...
Honor is but an empty bubble.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an...
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he...
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
And plenty makes us poor.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may...
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Hatred and anger are powerless when met with kindness
He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth...