Relationships and Family

O, father forsaken, Forgive your son!

Drink to me only with thine eyes,

Come, my Celia, let us prove,

Come, my Celia, let us prove,

A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

If I had no duties, and no reference to futurity, I would spend my life in driving briskly in a post-chaise with a pretty woman.

The triumph of hope over experience.

Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.

No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes, than a public library.

Alas, regardless of their doom,

Love is a universal migraine.

Such is the patriot’s boast, where’er we roam,

If I love you, what does that matter to you!

Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what

An attachment à la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a not too French French bean!

Three little maids from school are we.

I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something in-conceivable. I can’t help it. I was born sneering.

Your children are not your children.

They’ll tell thee, sailors, when away,

An inconstant woman, tho’ she has no chance to be very happy, can never be very unhappy.

An open foe may prove a curse,

How happy could I be with either,

And when a lady’s in the case,