I wrote these lines; another wears the bays:
Thus you for others build your nests, O birds:
Thus you for others bear your fleece, O sheep:
Thus you for others honey make, O bees:
Thus you for others drag the plough, O kine.
Call them if you please bookmakers, not authors; range them rather among second-hand dealers than plagiarists.
Who borrow much, then fairly make it known,
And damn it with improvements of their own.
Young—Love of Fame. Satire III. L. 23.
PLANTS (See Trees)
PLEASURE
O Athenians, what toil do I undergo to please you!
Alexander the Great. Quoted by Carlyle—Essay on Voltaire.
It is happy for you that you possess the talent
of pleasing with delicacy. May I ask whether
these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of previous study?
Jane Austen—Pride and Prejudice. Ch.XIV.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = Pleasures he thickest where no pleasures seem;
There's not a leaf that falls upon the ground
But holds some joy of silence or of sound,
Some sprite begotten of a summer dream.
BLANCHARiH-/Sonnet VII. Hidden. Joys.
Every age has its pleasures, its style of wit,
and its own ways.
Nicholas Boileau-Despreaux—The Art of
Poetry. Canto III. L. 374.
But pleasures are like poppies spread;
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white—then melts forever.
Burns—Tarn o' Shunter. L. 59.
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The rule of my life is to make business a pleasure, and pleasure my business.
Aaron Burr—Letter to Pichon.
Doubtless the pleasure is as great
Of being cheated as to cheat.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto III. L. 1.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.
Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 178.
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Ludendj etiam est quidam modus retinendus,
ut ne nimis omnia profundamus, elatique voluptate in aliquam turpitudinem delabamur.
In our amusements a certain limit is to be
placed that we may not devote ourselves to a
fife of pleasure and thence fall into immorality.
CiCEBO—De Officiis. I. 29.
Omnibus in rebus voluptatibus maximis fastidium finitimum est.
In everything satiety closely follows the
greatest pleasures.
Cicero—De Oratore. III. 25.
Voluptas mentis (ut ita dicam) pra;stringit
oculos, nee habet ullum cum virtute commercium.
Pleasure blinds (so to speak) the eyes of the
mind, and has no fellowship with virtue.
Cicero—De Senectute. XII.
Divine Plato escam malorum appeliat voluptatem, quod ea videlicet homines capiantur, ut
pisces hamo.
Plato divinely calls pleasure the bait of evil,
inasmuch as men are caught by it as fish by a
hook.
Cicero—De Senectute. XIII. 44.
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 15
| text = Who pleases one against his will.
Congreve—The Way of the World. Epilogue.
That, though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.
| author = Cowper
| work = History of John Gilpin. St. 8.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree
Enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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| work = Progress of Error. L. 267.
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 15
| text = Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Dryden—Alexander's Feast. L. 58.
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| text = <poem>Men may scoff, and men may pray,
But they pay
Every pleasure with a pain.
Henley—Ballade of Truisms.
Follow pleasure, and then will pleasure flee.
Flee pleasure, and pleasure will follow thee.
Heywood—Proverbs. Pt. I. Ch. X.
Ficta voluptatis causa sint proxima veris.
Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as
near as possible to the true.
Horace—Ars Poetica. 338.
Sperne Mphiptates; nocet empta dolore voluptas.
Despise pleasure; pleasure bought by pain
is injurious.
Horace—Epistles. I. 2. 55.
Vivo et regno, simul ista reliqui
Quse vos ad ccelum effertis rumore secundo.
I live and reign since I have abandoned those
pleasures which you by your praises extol to
the skies.
Horace—Epistles. I. 10. 8.
I fly from pleasure, because pleasure has ceased
to please: I am lonely because I am miserable.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Basselas. Ch. III.
