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His little children, climbing for a kiss, welcome their father's late return at night.
Home is the sacred refuge of our life.
How can finite grasp infinity?
How strangely high endeavors may be blessed, where piety and valor jointly go.
Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.
Hushed as midnight silence.
I can forgive a foe, but not a mistress and a friend; treason is there in its most horrid shape, where trust is greatest!
I claim by right
Of conquest; for when kings make war,
No law betwixt two sov'reigns can decide,
But that of arms, where fortune is the judge,
Soldiers the lawyers, and the bar the field.
I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.
I felt the while a pleasing kind of smart,
The kiss went tingling to my very heart;
When it was gone the sense of it did stay,
The sweetness cling'd upon my lips all day,
Like drops of honey loth to fall away.
I find she loves him because she hides it. Love teaches cunning even to innocence; and when he gets possession, his first work is to dig deep within a heart, and there lie hid, and like a miser in the dark, feast alone.
I have no taste
Of popular applause: The noisy praise
Of giddy crowds as changeable as winds;
Still vehement, and still without a cause;
Servants to chance, and blowing in the tide
Of swoln success; but veering with the ebb,
It leaves the channel dry.
I have not wept these forty years; but now my mother comes afresh into my eyes.
I maintain, against the enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, may second the precepts.
I must leave you to the satisfaction of your own conscience, which, though a silent panegyric, is yet the best.
I never knew the old gentleman with the scythe and hour-glass bring anything but gray hairs, thin cheeks, and loss of teeth.
I scarcely understand my own intent, but, silkworm-like, so long within have wrought, that I am lost in my own web of thought.
I thought your love eternal. Was it tied so loosely that a quarrel could divide?
I was too hasty to condemn unheard; and you perhaps too prompt in your replies.
If gaming does an aged sire entice,
Then my young master swiftly learns the vice.
If one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
If we from wealth to poverty descend,
Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend.
If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,--as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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