But love's a malady without a cure.

There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

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.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.

Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

All heiresses are beautiful.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.

Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Successful crimes alone are justified.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

God never made His work for man to mend.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

Self-defence is Nature's eldest law.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

But love's a malady without a cure.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.

For they conquer who believe they can.

Honor is but an empty bubble.

Love is love's reward.

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

Even victors are by victories undone.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.