ThursdayOct 16, 2025
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair.
The lover in the husband may be lost.
What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.
Where none admire, 't is useless to excel; Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle.
Women, like princes, find few real friends.
For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
How much the wife is dearer than the bride.
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