Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
They never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.
Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.
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.
Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
The ends must justify the means.
They talk most who have the least to say.
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.