Quotes
Quotes about Pleasure
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not;
I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not.
Come live with me, and be my love;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.
A thing of custom,--'t is no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd,
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth.
Oh, the gallant fisher's life!
It is the best of any;
'T is full of pleasure, void of strife,
And 't is beloved by many.
Doubtless the pleasure is as great
Of being cheated as to cheat.
And add to these retired Leisure,
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,--
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.
If all the world be worth the winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying:
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee.
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.
There is a pleasure sure
In being mad which none but madmen know.
Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim
At objects in an airy height;
The little pleasure of the game
Is from afar to view the flight.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
O happiness! our being's end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
Lie in three words,--health, peace, and competence.
