John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Lord Lyttleton. (17091773)
4111 For his chaste Muse employd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
Prologue to Thomsons Coriolanus.
4112 Women, like princes, find few real friends.
Advice to a Lady.
4113 What is your sexs earliest, latest care, Your hearts supreme ambition? To be fair.
Advice to a Lady.
4114 The lover in the husband may be lost.
Advice to a Lady.
4115 How much the wife is dearer than the bride.
An Irregular Ode.
4116 None without hope eer lovd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair.
Epigram.
4117 Where none admire, t is useless to excel; Where none are beaux, t is vain to be a belle.
Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country.
4118 Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain; The heart can neer a transport know That never feels a pain.
Song.
Edward Moore. (17121757)
4119 Cant I anothers face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessend yours?
The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix.