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 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 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 HILLOh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
AARON HILLReason gains all people by compelling none.
AARON HILLLet shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel.
AARON HILLThe man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
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 HILLTrust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
AARON HILLMan is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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 HILLMischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
AARON HILLLaw that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.
AARON HILLArt, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
AARON HILLO marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
AARON HILLCustoms form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
AARON HILL