A mighty pain to love it is,And 't is a pain that pain to miss;But of all pains, the greatest painIt is to love, but love in vain.
But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.
The present is an eternal now.
Hope! of all ills that men endure The only cheap and universal cure.
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
Enjoy the present hour Be thankful for the past And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
Words that weep and tears that speak.
Words that weep and tears that speak.
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
Hope! Of all the ills that men endure the only cheap and universal cure.