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.
AARON HILL
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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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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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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Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
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Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
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Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
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Let shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel.
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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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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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Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
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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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She who means no mischief does it all.
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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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The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
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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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Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.
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