Born in August 9, 1631 / Died in May 1, 1700 / United Kingdom / English
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
But love's a malady without a cure.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
All heiresses are beautiful.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Even victors are by victories undone.
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
War is the trade of Kings.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
God never made His work for man to mend.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
For all have not the gift of martyrdom.
Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease.
What passions cannot music raise or quell?
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.
Love is love's reward.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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