A library is an arsenal of liberty. |
All I ask, is the privilege for my masculine part the poet in me. . . . If I must not, because of my sex, have this freedom. . . I lay down my quill and you shall hear no more of me. |
Come away; poverty's catching |
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life |
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life |
Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow. |
He that knew all that learning ever writ, Knew only this - that he knew nothing yet |
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret. |
Love's a thin diet, nor will keep out cold. |
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand. |
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude. |
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on. |
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on. |
Patience is a flatterer, sir and an ass, sir |
That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library |