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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
An inch in a man's nose is much.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
A soldier is he whose blood makes the glory of the general.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
A young trooper should have an old horse.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Business and action strengthen the brain, but too much study weakens it.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Courage ought to have eyes as well as arms.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Every dog is a lion at home.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Every potter praises his own pot.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Forgiveness is the noblest vengeance.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Freindships multiply joys and divide griefs
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Friends are like fiddle strings; they must not be screwed too tight.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Good luck reaches farther than long arms.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
He preacheth patience that never knew pain
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
He who has good health is young.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
If on creation's morn the king of heaven To shrubs and flowers a sovereign lord had given, O beauteous rose, he had anointed thee Of shrubs and flowers the sovereign lord to be; The spotless emblem of unsullied truth, The smile of beauty and the glow of youth, The garden's pride, the grace of vernal bowers, The blush of meadows, and the eye of flowers.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
If you would wish the dog to follow you, feed him
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Lawyers and painters can soon change white to black.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
Nature, time and patience are three great physicians.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
On paper curiously shaped Scribblers to-day of every sort, In verses Valentines ycled'd To Venus chime their annual court. I too will swell the motley throng, And greet the all auspicious day, Whose privilege permits my song My love this secret to convey.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
The lawyer's pouch is a mouth of hell.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a wild of flowers, Finds everywhere perfume; When the present is all and it questions not If those flowers shall pass away, But pleased with its own delightful lot, Dreams never of decay.
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By AnonymHenry George Bohn
The smile that illumines the features of beauty, When kindled by virtue, alluring appears; But smiles, tho' alluring, no magic can borrow, To vie with the softness of beauty in tears. The smiles that are sweetest are often deceiving; Too often a mask which the cold-hearted wears; But a tear is the holiest offspring of feeling, And monarchs are weak before beauty in tears.
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