Quote #44

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

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  1. The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is - to die.
  2. He calls his extravagance, generosity; and his trusting everybody, universal benevolence.
  3. When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her guilt aw…
  4. All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
  5. The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
  6. Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.
  7. The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
  8. Silence gives consent.

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