Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
— Matthew Prior
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.
Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.
The ends must justify the means.
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 never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.
They talk most who have the least to say.
