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.
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 HILLCourage 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.
AARON HILLTrust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
AARON HILLJoys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
AARON HILLThe man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
AARON HILLDeceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.
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 HILLOh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
AARON HILLUnion of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
AARON HILLShe who means no mischief does it all.
AARON HILLThere 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.
AARON HILLOrder, thou eye of action.
AARON HILLO marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
AARON HILLMan is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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 HILLLet shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel.
AARON HILL