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