Henry George Bohn Quotes

He who knows himself best esteems himself least.

Freindships multiply joys and divide griefs

He that ceaseth to be a friend never was a good one.

He preacheth patience that never knew pain

He who has good health is young.

Forgiveness is the noblest vengeance.

There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a wild of flowers, Finds everywhere perfume; When the present is all and it questions not If those flowers shall pass away, But pleased with its own delightful lot, Dreams never of decay.

Nature, time and patience are three great physicians.

Every dog is a lion at home.

Courage ought to have eyes as well as arms.

Use soft words in hard arguments.

An inch in a man's nose is much.

A young trooper should have an old horse.

Hunger finds no fault with the cookery.

The smile that illumines the features of beauty, When kindled by virtue, alluring appears; But smiles, tho' alluring, no magic can borrow, To vie with the softness of beauty in tears. The smiles that are sweetest are often deceiving; Too often a mask which the cold-hearted wears; But a tear is the holiest offspring of feeling, And monarchs are weak before beauty in tears.

The lawyer's pouch is a mouth of hell.

He that is master of himself will soon be master of others.

A soldier is he whose blood makes the glory of the general.

He who commences many things finishes but few.

Two blacks make no white; two wrongs do not make a right.

Good luck reaches farther than long arms.

Give and spend And God will send.

If on creation's morn the king of heaven To shrubs and flowers a sovereign lord had given, O beauteous rose, he had anointed thee Of shrubs and flowers the sovereign lord to be; The spotless emblem of unsullied truth, The smile of beauty and the glow of youth, The garden's pride, the grace of vernal bowers, The blush of meadows, and the eye of flowers.

On paper curiously shaped Scribblers to-day of every sort, In verses Valentines ycled'd To Venus chime their annual court. I too will swell the motley throng, And greet the all auspicious day, Whose privilege permits my song My love this secret to convey.

Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.