Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
Must one swear to the truth of a song?
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
They never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.
Who breathes must suffer and who thinks must mourn And he alone is blessed who ne'er was born.
To John I owed great obligation but John, unhappily, thought fit to publish it to all the nation Sure John and I are more than quit.
Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise.
For hope is but a dream for those that wake.
It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.
And, dearest child, along the day,
In every thing you do and say,
Obey and please my lord and lady,
So God shall love and angels aid ye.
The ends must justify the means.
No, no, for my virginity, When I lose that, says Rose, I'll die Behind the elms last night, cried Dick, Rose, were you not extremely sick.
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.
Like Nero, thou hast slain thy mother.
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
They talk most who have the least to say.
Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Madness, we fancy, gave an ill-timed birth To a grinning laughter and to frantic mirth.
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