Quotes from Matthew Prior

Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.

Hope is but the dream of those that wake.

Hope is but the dream of those who wake.

And hope is but a dream of those that wake.

They talk most who have the least to say.

And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.

Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

The ends must justify the means.

He's half absolv'd Who has confess'd.

They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think.

Similes are like songs of love: They much describe, they nothing prove.

It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.

Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.

For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.

Be to her virtues very kind;Be to her faults a little blind;Let all her ways be unconfin'd;And clap your padlock—on her mind!

The end must justify the means.

For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.

His noble negligences teachWhat others' toils despair to reach.

Hope is but the dream of those who wake.

Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.

All jargon of the schools.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

He rang'd his tropes, and preach'd up patience;Back'd his opinion with quotations.