George Granville Quotes

She will, and she will not, she grants, denies,
Consents, retracts, advances, and then flies.

Patience is the virtue of a beast
That trots beneath his burden and is quiet.

But tho' we fetch from Italy and France
Our fopperies of tune, and mode of dance,
Our sturdy Britons scorn to borrow sense.

There is no heav'n like mutual love.

Marriage the happiest bond of love might be,
If hands were only join'd when hearts agree.

Go then, Patroclus, where thy glory calls.

Happy the man, of mortals happiest he,
Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free;
Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment,
But lives at peace, within himself content;
In thought, or act, accountable to none
But to himself, and to the gods alone.

So sang the syrens, with enchanting sound,
Enticing all to listen and be drown'd.

Beauty by no complexion is defin'd,
Is of all colours, and to none confin'd.

The sun is set—but see in bright array
What hosts of heav'nly light recruit the day!
Love in a shining galaxy appears
Triumphant still.

Oh love! thou bane of the most generous souls!
Thou doubtful pleasure! and thou certain pain!

Youth is the proper time for love,
And age is virtue's season.

Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind,
Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind.

Mankind, from Adam, have been women's fools;
Women, from Eve, have been the devil's tools:
Heaven might have spar'd one torment when we fell;
Not left us woman, or not threatened hell.

Cowards in scarlet pass for men of war.