George Granville Quotes

Oh my lov'd friend! till now I never knew
The pangs of parting friendship.
At distance I have tasted of the pain,
When the rude morn has sundered us away,
To our repose: but by my soul, I swear
Even then my eyes would drop a silent tear,
Repugnant still to close, and shut out thee.

Go then, Patroclus, where thy glory calls.

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

There is no heav'n like mutual love.

Since truth and constancy are vain,
Since neither love, nor sense of pain,
Nor force of reason, can persuade,
Then let example be obey'd.

No vengeance like a woman's.

But ah! in vain from Fate we fly!
For, first and last, as all must die,
So 'tis as much decreed above,
That, first or last, we all must love.

Scarce hadst thou time t'unsheath thy conqu'ring blade;
It did but glitter, and the rebels fled.

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

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

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 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.

Shall Nature, erring from her first command,
Self-preservation, fall by her own hand?

['T]is the talk, and not the intrigue, that's the crime.

You'd see, cou'd you her inward motions watch,
Feigning delay, she wishes for dispatch;
Into a woman's meaning wou'd you look,
Then read her backward.