like it, how tedious and how punishable to him
would it prove! since, in itself, it differs not from riding
post.--_Feltham._

Boys immature in knowledge pawn their experience to their present
pleasure.--_Shakespeare._

'Tis a wrong way to proportion other men's pleasures to ourselves. 'Tis
like a child's using a little bird--"Oh, poor bird, thou shalt sleep
with me"--so lays it in his bosom and stifles it with his hot breath.
The bird had rather be in the cold air. And yet, too, 'tis the most
pleasing flattery to like what other men like.--_Selden._

There is no pleasure but that some pain is nearly allied to
it.--_Menander._

All fits of pleasure are balanced by an equal degree of pain or languor;
'tis like spending this year part of the next year's revenue.--_Swift._

Fly the pleasure that bites to-morrow.--_George Herbert._

Look upon pleasures not upon that side that is next the sun, or where
they look beauteously, that is, as they come towards you to be enjoyed,
for then they paint and smile, and dress themselves up in tinsel, and
glass gems, and counterfeit imagery.--_Jeremy Taylor._

Pleasure has its time; so, too, has wisdom. Make love in thy youth, and
in old age attend to thy salvation.--_Voltaire._

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.--_Young._

Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought. Our brightest blazes
of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.--_Johnson._

What would we not give to still have in store the first blissful moment
we ever enjoyed!--_Rochepedre._

Most pleasures embrace us but to strangle.--_Montaigne._

~Poetry.~--Poetry is the apotheosis of sentiment.--_Madame de Stael._

Poetry is the sister of sorrow. Every man that suffers and weeps is a
poet; every tear is a verse, and every heart a poem.--_Marc Andre._

Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.--_Shakespeare._

Poetry, good sir, in my opinion, is like a tender virgin, very young,
and extremely beautiful, whom divers other virgins--namely, all the
other sciences--make it their business to enrich, polish, and adorn; and
to her it belongs to make use of them all, and on her part to give a
lustre to them all.--_Cervantes._

Poetry is the overflowing of the soul.--_Tuckerman._

Poetry is enthusiasm with wings of fire, it is the angel of high
thoughts, that inspires us with the power of sacrifice.--_Mazzini._

Poetry is the music of thought, conveyed to us in the music of
language.--_Chatfield._