John Hoole Quotes

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The youth, who pants to gain the amorous prize,
Forgets that Heaven with all-discerning eyes
Surveys the secret heart; and when desire
Has, in possession, quenched its short-lived fire,
The devious winds aside each promise bear,
And scatter all his solemn vows in air!

John Hoole
Behold the state of man's unstable mind,
Still prone to change with every changing wind!
All our resolves are weak, but weakest prove
Where sprung from sense of disappointed love.

John Hoole
In blaming others, fools their folly show,
And most attempt to speak when least they know.

John Hoole
Ah! why so rare does cruel Love inspire
Two tender bosoms with a mutual fire?
Say, whence, perfidious, dost thou pleasure find
To sow dissension in the human mind?

John Hoole
Never let us utter what we never can know,
And chiefly when it works another's woe.

John Hoole
What more our folly shows,
Than while we others seek, ourselves to lose?

John Hoole
So from a water clear, the trembling light
Of Phoebus, or the silver queen of night,
Along the spacious rooms with splendour plays,
Now high, now low, and shifts a thousand ways.

John Hoole
Reflect, ye gentle dames, that much they know,
Who gain experience from another's woe.

John Hoole
What has that wretched damsel left to boast,
What good on earth, whose virtuous praise is lost?

John Hoole
To others never do
That which yourselves would wish undone to you.

John Hoole
Of all the sex this certain truth is known,
No woman yet was ever content with one.

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Not beauty, wealth, or lineage e'er could raise
A woman's name (he said) to height of praise,
If not in action chaste.

John Hoole
But such their power who rule with tyrant sway,
Whom most they loath the people most obey.

John Hoole
These friendly words awhile consoled the fair;
For grief imparted oft alleviates care.

John Hoole
The spotless maid is like the blooming rose
Which on its native stem unsullied grows;
Where fencing walls the garden-space surround,
Nor swains, nor browsing cattle tread the ground.
But if some hand the tender stalk invades,
Lost is its beauty, and its colour fades:
No more the care of heaven, or garden's boast,
And all its praise with youths and maidens lost.

John Hoole
Love what we see can from our sight remove,
And things invisible are seen by Love.

John Hoole
When highest placed on giddy Fortune's wheel,
Unhappy man must soon expect to feel
A sad reverse, and in the changing round
With rapid whirl as sudden touch the ground.

John Hoole
For oft the grace
Of costly vest improves a beauteous face.

John Hoole
For while the treason I detest,
The traitor still I love.

John Hoole
When Fame, O monarch! good or evil tells,
Evil or good beyond the truth she swells.

John Hoole