George Farquhar

Money is the sinews of love, as of war.

Money is the sinews of love, as of war.

I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face.

I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face.

Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend
To mean devices for a sordid end.
Courage--an independent read more

Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend
To mean devices for a sordid end.
Courage--an independent spark from Heaven's bright throne,
By which the soul stands raised, triumphant high, alone.
Great in itself, not praises of the crowd,
Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud.
Courage, the mighty attribute of powers above,
By which those great in war, are great in love.
The spring of all brave acts is seated here,
As falsehoods draw their sordid birth from fear.

I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.

I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.