“My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.”

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.

All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Ask a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Oh! blame not the bard.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.