Trust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
AARON HILLMischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
More Aaron Hill Quotes
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Reason gains all people by compelling none.
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Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.
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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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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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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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Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
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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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There is no merit where there is no trial; and till experience stamps the mark of strength, cowards may pass for heroes, and faith for falsehood.
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When 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.
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Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
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Hide 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.
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Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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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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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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