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Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.
- in a letter to Gay [Expectation]
Bliss is the same, in subject or in king.
But touch me, and no minister so sore.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
But true expression, like th' unchanging sun,
Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon;
It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.
But you with pleasure own your errors past,
And make each day a critic on the last.
Can pocket states, or fetch or carry kings.
Caracci's strength, Correggio's softer line, Paulo's free course, and Titian's warmth divine.
Cavil you may, but never criticise.
Cease to consult, the time for action calls,
War, horrid war, approaches to your walls!
Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, yet has her humor most when she obeys.
Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless but impairs what it would improve.
Count all th' advantage prosperous Vice attains,
'Tis but what Virtue flies from and disdains:
And grant the bad what happiness they would,
One they must want--which is, to pass for good.
- [Vice : Virtue]
Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heaven.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.
Evasive of the bridal day, she gives fond hopes to all, and all with hope deceives.
Every man has just as much vanity as he wants understanding.
Every woman is at heart a rake.
Faints into airs and languishes with pride;
On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe,
Wrapt in a gown for sickness and for show.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Fame can never make us lie down contentedly on a death-bed.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
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