John Hoole Quotes

The toils of honour dignify repose.

But such their power who rule with tyrant sway,
Whom most they loath the people most obey.

Love what we see can from our sight remove,
And things invisible are seen by Love.

So from a water clear, the trembling light
Of Phoebus, or the silver queen of night,
Along the spacious rooms with splendour plays,
Now high, now low, and shifts a thousand ways.

When Fame, O monarch! good or evil tells,
Evil or good beyond the truth she swells.

When highest placed on giddy Fortune's wheel,
Unhappy man must soon expect to feel
A sad reverse, and in the changing round
With rapid whirl as sudden touch the ground.

To others never do
That which yourselves would wish undone to you.

Not beauty, wealth, or lineage e'er could raise
A woman's name (he said) to height of praise,
If not in action chaste.

For while the treason I detest,
The traitor still I love.

What has that wretched damsel left to boast,
What good on earth, whose virtuous praise is lost?

Of all the sex this certain truth is known,
No woman yet was ever content with one.

For oft the grace
Of costly vest improves a beauteous face.

The youth, who pants to gain the amorous prize,
Forgets that Heaven with all-discerning eyes
Surveys the secret heart; and when desire
Has, in possession, quenched its short-lived fire,
The devious winds aside each promise bear,
And scatter all his solemn vows in air!

Reflect, ye gentle dames, that much they know,
Who gain experience from another's woe.

Never let us utter what we never can know,
And chiefly when it works another's woe.