O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
AARON HILLO marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
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 HILLThe man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
AARON HILLServile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
AARON HILLTrust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
AARON HILLBirth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
AARON HILLMan is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
AARON HILLYouth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
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 HILLFirst, 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.
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 HILLOrder, thou eye of action.
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 HILLThe man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
AARON HILLReason gains all people by compelling none.
AARON HILL