Who breathes, must suffer, and who thinks, must mourn; And he alone is bless’d, who ne’er was born.
Matthew Prior Quotes
From ignorance our comfort flows, The only wretched are the wise.
Hope is but the dream of those that wake.
They never taste who always drink. They always talk who never think.
He’s half absolv’d who has confessed.
In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.
Never fancy Time’s before you, Youth believe me, will away; Then alas! who will adore you, Or to wrinkles tribute pay?