Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
AARON HILLWhen Christ at Cana’s feast by pow’r divine, Inspir’d cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry’d they while, in red’ning tide, it gush’d, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush’d.
More Aaron Hill Quotes
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Let never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
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Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
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Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
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Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
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Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself–for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.
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Reason gains all people by compelling none.
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Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
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Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
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The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
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Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
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O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
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Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.
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First, then, a woman will, or won’t, – depend on’t; If she will do’t, she will; and there’s an end on’t. But, if she won’t, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.
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Deceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.
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