Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.
The ends must justify the means.
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
They never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.
And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
They talk most who have the least to say.
Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
Who fastest walks, but walks astray, Is only furthest from his way.