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| For present joys are more to flesh and blood than a dull prospect of a distant good. | | Uncategorized | |
| For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen. | | Love; Truth | |
| For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for love, but on the stage | | Uncategorized | |
| Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong. | | Forgiveness | |
| Fortune befriends the bold. | | Fortune | |
| Fortune, that with malicious joy, Does man her slave oppress, Proud of her office to destroy, Is seldom pleas'd to bless | | Uncategorized | |
| Fought all his battles o'er again; / And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew the slain. | | Uncategorized | |
| From harmony, from heavenly harmony / This universal frame began: / From harmony to harmony / Through all the compass of the notes it ran, / The diapason closing full in Man. | | Uncategorized | |
| Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son. | | Uncategorized | |
| God never made his work for man to mend. | | God | |
| God's pampered people whom, debauched with ease, / No king could govern, nor no God could please. | | Uncategorized | |
| Great wits are sure to madness near allied - And thin partitions do their bounds divide | | Madness; Wit | |
| Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. | | Happiness | |
| He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear. | | Uncategorized | |
| He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him. | | Uncategorized | |
| He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me | | Love | |
| He raised a mortal to the skies; / She drew an angel down. | | Uncategorized | |
| He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, and whistled as he went, for want of a thought | | Uncategorized | |
| He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. | | Uncategorized | |
| He who purposes to be an author, should first be a student. | | Uncategorized | |
