Quotes
Quotes about Pleasure
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
But every woman is at heart a rake.
A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.
O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
And heightens ease with grace.
Live while you live, the epicure would say,
And seize the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord, in my views, let both united be:
I live in pleasure when I live to thee.
Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;
Let other hours be set apart for business.
To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk;
And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
"I fly from pleasure," said the prince, "because pleasure has ceased to please; I am lonely because I am miserable, and am unwilling to cloud with my presence the happiness of others."
His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.
Kitty. Shikspur? Shikspur? Who wrote it? No, I never read Shikspur.
Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to come.
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows;
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;
Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.
All human race, from China to Peru,
Pleasure, howe'er disguis'd by art, pursue.
That though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only poets know.
For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a';
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa'.
On the approach of spring I withdraw without reluctance from the noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and dissipation without pleasure.
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
Often have I sighed to measure
By myself a lonely pleasure,--
Sighed to think I read a book,
Only read, perhaps, by me.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Spangling the wave with lights as vain
As pleasures in the vale of pain,
That dazzle as they fade.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree,
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
