War, he sung, is toil and trouble; honour but an empty bubble.
Quote by John Dryden
Every age has a kind of universal genius, which includes those that live in it...
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams -...
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he...
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved...
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise
Even victors are by victory undone
Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging...
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery...
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was...
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.