Honor is but an empty bubble.
Quote by John Dryden
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; honour but an empty bubble.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
All heiresses are beautiful
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
But love's a malady without a cure.
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
God never made his work for man to mend.
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we...
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she...
Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below
The first is the law, the last prerogative.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from...
All heiresses are beautiful.
Self-defence is Nature's eldest law.