Emotions and Feelings

Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend. 6

Die of a rose in aromatic pain?

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.

Eye Nature’s walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise: Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.

You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come: Knock as you please, there’s nobody at home.

Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.

“Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed” was the ninth beatitude.

The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.

But thousands die, without or this or that, Die, and endow a college, or a cat.

In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind; Those, only fix’d, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But ev’ry woman is at heart a rake.

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refin’d to please; With too much spirit to be e’er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought. You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refin’d to please; With too much spirit to be e’er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought. You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Now warm in love, now with’ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent’s solitary gloom!

Now warm in love, now with’ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent’s solitary gloom!

Oh name forever sad! forever dear! Still breath’d in sighs, still usher’d with a tear.

Oh name forever sad! forever dear! Still breath’d in sighs, still usher’d with a tear.

True friendship’s laws are by this rule express’d, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

The wrath of Peleus’ son, the direful spring Of all the Grecian woes, O goddess sing!

The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flash’d the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th’ affrighted skies.

What dire offense from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things!

Those oft are stratagems which errors seem, Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.