When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
Quote by John Dryden
When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat. Yet, fooled by hope, men favour the...
By education most have been misled; so they believe, because they were bred. The priest...
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams -...
All, all of a piece throughout; Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars...
Even victors are by victory undone
Even victors are by victories undone.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we...
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
All heiresses are beautiful
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; honour but an empty bubble.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery...
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate...
But love's a malady without a cure.
None but the brave deserves the fair.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was...