Matthew Prior

Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.

They talk most who have the least to say.

And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.

Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.

Hope is but the dream of those who wake.

They never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.

Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.

The ends must justify the means.

For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.

It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.