ThursdayJul 16, 2026
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
Health is no other (as the learned hold) but a just measure both of heat and cold.
Suspicion, discontent, and strife, come in for dowry with a wife.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
When as silks my Julia goes, then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows the liquefaction of her clothes.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, which is as white and hairless as an egg.
To mortal men great loads allotted to be; But of all packs no pack like poverty.
This man is freed from servile bands, of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, and leaving nothing, yet hath all.
Against diseases here the strongest fence, Is the defensive virtue, abstinence.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.
It is the will that makes the action good or ill.
That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer.
Against diseases the strongest fence is the defensive virtue, abstinence.
'Tis sweet to think on what was hard tÂ’endure.
L saw a fly within a bead Of amber cleanly buried.
Roses at first were white, Till thy coÂ’d not agree, Whether my SaphoÂ’s breast, Or they more white shoÂ’d be.
Fain would I kiss my JuliaÂ’s dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
'Twixt kings and tyrants thereÂ’s this difference known; Kings seek their subjectsÂ’ good: tyrants their own.
I dare not ask a kiss; I dare not beg a smile; Lest having that, or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire, shall be Only to kiss that air, That lately kissed thee.
You say, to me-wards your affectionÂ’s strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be: Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart IÂ’ll give to thee.
I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.
In prayer the lips neÂ’er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they started at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
Give, if thou canst, an alms; if not, afford, instead of that, a sweet and gentle word.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may Old time is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Times is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
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