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.
AARON HILLShun 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.
AARON HILLJoys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
AARON HILLHide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature’s mark to know an honest heart by.
AARON HILLServile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
AARON HILLYouth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
AARON HILLLet 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.
AARON HILLLet shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel.
AARON HILLO marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
AARON HILLLaw that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.
AARON HILLShe who means no mischief does it all.
AARON HILLUnion of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
AARON HILLReason gains all people by compelling none.
AARON HILLBirth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
AARON HILLArt, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
AARON HILLOh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
AARON HILLOrder, thou eye of action.
AARON HILL