Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.

Quote by John Dryden

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Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked...

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked...

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an...

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an...

Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below

Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.

Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging...

Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging...

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who...

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who...

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Self-defence is Nature's eldest law.

Self-defence is Nature's eldest law.

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides...

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides...

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of...

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of...

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

But love's a malady without a cure.

But love's a malady without a cure.

For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for...

For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for...

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may...

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may...