Adversity is the first path to truth; He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won the experience which is deemed so weighty |
Adversity is the first path to truth. |
Agree to a short armistice with truth. |
Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns. |
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy? |
Alas! how deeply painful is all payment! |
Alas! our young affections run to waste, / Or water but the desert. |
Alas! The love of women! it is known to be a lovely and fearful thing! |
All are inclined to believe what they covet, from a lottery-ticket up to a passport to Paradise. |
All farewells should be sudden, when forever. |
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most |
All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner |
All I saw farther, in the last confusion, / Was, that King George slipped into heaven for one; / And when the tumult dwindled to a calm, / I left him practising the hundredth psalm. |
All is to be feared where all is to be lost |
All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage |