SaturdayApr 04, 2026
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
My poems are licentious, but my life is pure.
An honest man is always a child.
Be merry if you are wise.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow, Thou art such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen about thee, That there's no living with thee, or without thee.
Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
Lately was Diaulus a doctor, now he is an undertaker, What the undertaker now does the doctor too did before.
Who gives to friends so much from Fate secures, That is the only wealth for ever yours.
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
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