Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age
Quote by John Dryden
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides...
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an...
For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for...
War is the trade of kings.
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
Honor is but an empty bubble.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked...
All, all of a piece throughout; Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars...
Love is love's reward.
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
And plenty makes us poor.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an...
For neither birth, nor wealth, nor honors, can awaken in the minds of men the...
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could...