Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
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.
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The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
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Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
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Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
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O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
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Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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She who means no mischief does it all.
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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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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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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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The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
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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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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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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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Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
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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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