Quotes
Quotes - Lyttleton
For his chaste Muse employ'd 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.
Women, like princes, find few real friends.
What is your sex's earliest, latest care,
Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.
The lover in the husband may be lost.
How much the wife is dearer than the bride.
None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.
Where none admire, 't is useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain.
What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.
