The common curse of mankind,--folly and ignorance.
Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
The picture placed the busts between
Adds to the thought much strength;
Wisdom and Wit are little seen,
But Folly's at full length.
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can,
But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan,--
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'T is folly to be wise.
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 away?
Go! you may call it madness, folly;
You shall not chase my gloom away!
There's such a charm in melancholy
I would not if I could be gay.
Where lives the man that has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
My only books
Were woman's looks,--
And folly's all they 've taught me.
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly stays.
Debt is the prolific mother of folly and of crime.
Perish with him the folly that seeks through evil good.
The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools.
The world is filled with folly and sin,
And Love must cling, where it can, I say:
For Beauty is easy enough to win;
But one is n't loved every day.
Masters, I have to tell a tale of woe,
A tale of folly and of wasted life,
Hope against hope, the bitter dregs of strife,
Ending, where all things end, in death at last.
Love must kiss that mortal's eyes
Who hopes to see fair Arcady.
No gold can buy you entrance there;
But beggared Love may go all bare--
No wisdom won with weariness;
But Love goes in with Folly's dress--
No fame that wit could ever win;
But only Love may lead Love in.
The best plan is, as the common proverb has it, to profit by the folly of others.
Plato says, "'T is to no purpose for a sober man to knock at the door of the Muses;" and Aristotle says "that no excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of folly."
A little folly is desirable in him that will not be guilty of stupidity.
The veracity which increases with old age is not far from folly.
Answer a fool according to his folly.
They are at least logical that say to castigate folly you must first exhibit folly as a castigable thing, and in showing folly you thus cause more folly
The folly of a man in love is unlimited.