War, he sung, is toil and trouble; honour but an empty bubble.
Quote by John Dryden
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered...
All, all of a piece throughout; Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars...
Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!
What passions cannot music raise or quell?
And plenty makes us poor.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he...
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs...
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of...
Love is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts!
Successful crimes alone are justified.
War is the trade of Kings.
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise...
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
Every age has a kind of universal genius, which includes those that live in it...
A woman has the age she deserves.
Middle age is when you're faced with two temptations and you choose the one that...
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.