For every inch that is not fool is rogue. |
For politicians neither love nor hate. |
For present joys are more to flesh and blood than a dull prospect of a distant good. |
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen. |
For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for love, but on the stage |
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong. |
Fortune befriends the bold. |
Fortune befriends the bold. |
Fortune, that with malicious joy, Does man her slave oppress, Proud of her office to destroy, Is seldom pleas'd to bless |
Fought all his battles o'er again; / And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew the slain. |
From harmony, from heavenly harmony / This universal frame began: / From harmony to harmony / Through all the compass of the notes it ran, / The diapason closing full in Man. |
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son. |
God never made his work for man to mend. |
God's pampered people whom, debauched with ease, / No king could govern, nor no God could please. |
Great wits are sure to madness near allied - And thin partitions do their bounds divide |