The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Quote by John Dryden

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Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure

Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure

For they conquer who believe they can.

For they conquer who believe they can.

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

Love is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts!

Love is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts!

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor...

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor...

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he...

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he...

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

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...

But love's a malady without a cure.

But love's a malady without a cure.

All heiresses are beautiful.

All heiresses are beautiful.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

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...

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

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

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...

More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store

More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store

And plenty makes us poor.

And plenty makes us poor.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was...

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was...

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...