As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others. |
As soon / Seek roses in December - ice in June; / Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; / Believe a woman or an epitaph, / Or any other thing that's false, before / You trust in critics. |
As to 'Don Juan,' confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? |
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. |
Be warm, but pure; be amorous, but be chaste. |
Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye. |
Better to sink beneath the shock than molder piecemeal on the rock |
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. |
But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation. |
But he, with first a start and then a wink, / Said, `There's another star gone out, I think!' |
But here I say the Turks were much mistaken - Who, hating hogs, yet wished to save their bacon |
But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar. |
But Life will suit Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit, Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste |
But oh ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly - have they not henpecked you all |
But Shakespeare also says, 'tis very silly / `To gild refinèd gold, or paint the lily'. |