George Granville Quotes

Fate holds the strings, and men like children move
But as they're led: success is from above.

Love is a plant of the most tender kind,
That shrinks and shakes with ev'ry ruffling wind.

Nature indulgent, provident, and kind,
In all things that excell some use design'd;
The radiant sun […]
Sends from above ten thousand blessings down,
Nor is he set so high for show alone;
His beams, reviving with auspicious fire,
Freely we all enjoy what all admire.
The moon and stars, those faithful guides of night,
Are plac'd to help, not entertain, the sight.
Plants, fruits, and flow'rs, the fertile fields produce,
Not for vain ornament, but wholesome use;
Health they restore, and nourishment they give,
We see with pleasure, but we taste to live.

A villain, when he seems most kind,
Is most to be suspected.

In quiet shades, content with rural sports,
Give me a life, remote from guilty courts,
Where free from hopes, or fears, in humble ease,
Unheard of I may live, and die in peace.

The great, the vile, the coward, and the brave,
Are food alike for worms, companions in the grave.
The prince and parasite together lye,
No fortune can exalt, but Death will climb as high.

'Tis impious pleasure to delight in harm.
And beauty shou'd be kind, as well as charm.

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

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

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

The kiss you take, is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.

There is no vulture like despair.

Love is a subject to himself alone,
And knows no other empire than his own.

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.

Bright as the day, and like the morning, fair, </br> Such Cloe is—and common as the air.