Love is a passion which kindles honor into noble acts.
Dryden, John
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
ambition
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
word argument
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
beauty ice
Honor is but an empty bubble.
honor empty
honor passion noble love
Beware the fury of a patient man.
man fury
Dancing is the poetry of the feet.
poetry dancing
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
words snow
And plenty makes us poor.
poor
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
thoughts words pictures
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