The person lives twice who lives the first life well.
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Tumble me down, and I will sitUpon my ruines (smiling yet:)Teare me to tatters; yet I'le bePatient in my necessitie.Laugh at my scraps of cloathes, and shunMe, as a fear'd infection:Yet scarre-crow-li...
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is don...
You say to me-ward's your affection's strong Pray love me little so you love me long.
In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be unless God gives the Benediction.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
If a little labour little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
Give if thou can an alms if not a sweet and gentle word.
Like will to like each creature loves his kind.
Whenas in silks my Julia goes Then then methinks how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes!
Give me a kisse and to that kisse a score Then to that twenty adde a hundred more A thousand to that hundred so kisse on To make that thousand up a million Treble that million and when that is...
It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Old Time is still aflying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.