All Quotes

"Dreary it is the path to trace, Step by step of sin's wild race."

"What need hath she Of shrine to her divinity? Each fair face is her visible shrine; She hath been, she will be divine."

"Beautiful weakness! oh, if weak, That woman's heart should tinge her cheek! 'Tis sad to change it for the strength That heart and cheek must know at length."

"I'm weary, I'm weary. Oh! pleasure is pain When its spell has been broken again and again. I am weary of smiles that are bought and are sold, I am weary of beauty whose fetters are gold, I am weary of wealth—what makes it of me But that which the basest and lowest might be?"

"Sound the trumpets; beat the drums... Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes."

"Bacchus, ever fair and ever young."

"Drinking is the soldier’s pleasure; Rich the treasure; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain."

"Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain."

"Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed, On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes."

"For pity melts the mind to love."

"Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth thy winning. Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee."

"Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again."

"And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy."

"Timotheus, to his breathing flute, And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire."

"Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown; He rais’d a mortal to the skies; She drew an angel down."

"A Heroick Poem, truly such, is undoubtedly the greatest Work which the Soul of Man is capable to perform."

"Love conquers all, and we must yield to Love."

"My next desire is, void of care and strife, To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life: A country cottage near a crystal flood, A winding valley, and a lofty wood."

"Love is lord of all, and is in all the same."

"Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate, And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate, Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore; Long labours both by sea and land he bore."

"Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show, Or exercise their spite in human woe?"

"Endure the hardships of your present state, Live, and reserve yourselves for better fate."

"Like you, an alien in a land unknown, I learn to pity woes so like my own."

"The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies."

"Ye realms, yet unreveal'd to human sight, Ye gods who rule the regions of the night, Ye gliding ghosts, permit me to relate The mystic wonders of your silent state!"

"Fate, and the dooming gods, are deaf to tears."

"A satirical poet is the check of the laymen on bad priests."

"It is sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty."

"And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind."

"Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas."

"Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury."

"A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinkable time."

"The sword within the scabbard keep, And let mankind agree."

"Calms appear, when storms are past, Love will have its hour at last."

"Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night."

"All, all of a piece throughout: Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. 'Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new."

"Winds murmur’d through the leaves your short delay, And fountains o’er their pebbles chid your stay: But, with your presence cheer’d, they cease to mourn, And walks wear fresher green at your return."

"Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age."

"His friends beheld, and pity’d him in vain, For what advice can ease a lover’s pain? Absence, the best expedient they could find, Might save the fortune, if not cure the mind."

"His absence from his mother oft he’ll mourn, And, with his eyes, look wishes to return."

"Some souls we see Grow hard and stiffen with adversity."

"Old age, with silent pace, comes creeping on, Nauseates the praise which in her youth she won, And hates the muse by which she was undone."

"Thus daily changing, by degrees I’d waste, Still quitting ground by unperceived decay, And steal myself from life, and melt away."

"Prudence, thou vainly in our youth art sought, And with age purchased, art too dearly bought: We’re past the use of wit for which we toil: Late fruit, and planted in too cold a soil."

"Our green youth copies what grey sinners act, When age commends the fact."

"His youth and age All of a piece throughout, and all divine."

"Yet unimpair’d with labours, or with time, Your age but seems to a new youth to climb."

"He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green."

"You season still with sports your serious hours, For age but tastes of pleasures, youth devours."

"This advantage youth from age hath won, As not to be outridden though outrun."