He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.
In hours of bliss we oft have met:They could not always last;And though the present I regret,I’m grateful for the past.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heav’n has no rage like love to hatred turn’d Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorn’d.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain whether of our worth or worthlessness we are almost impervious to fear.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me for she never speaks well of me herself nor suffers anybody else to rail at me.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure Marry’d in hast we may repent at leisure.
Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast to soften rocks or bend a knotted oak.
Poetry the eldest sister of all arts and parent of most.
I know that’s a secret for it’s whispered everywhere.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Defer not till tomorrow to be wise tomorrow’s sun to thee may never rise.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.