Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue! |
Looks as he were Lord of humankind. |
Love is love's reward. |
Love is not in our choice but in our fate. |
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age |
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds. |
Men are but children of a larger growth, our appetites as apt to change as theirs, and full as craving too, and full as vain. |
Mighty things from small beginnings grow. |
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store |
Much malice mingles with a little wit. |
Nature meant me a wife, a silly harmless household Dove, fond without art; and kind without deceit. |
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool. |
None but the brave deserves the fair. |
Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few. |
Not to ask is not be denied. |