Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind, Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
Happy the man, of mortals happiest he, Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free; Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment, But lives at peace, within himself content; In thought, or act, accountable to none But to himself, and… — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
Marriage the happiest bond of love might be, If hands were only joined when hearts agree. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
Patience is the virtue of an ass, who treads beneath his burden and complains not. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
The radiant sun sends from above ten thousand blessings down, nor is he set so high for show alone. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
Whoe'er thou art, thy Lord and master see, Thou wast my Slave, thou art, or thou shalt be. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind, Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
Mankind, from Adam, have been women's fools; Women, from Eve, have been the devil's tools: Heaven might have spar'd one torment when we fell;… — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
The virtuous nothing fear but life with shame, And death's a pleasant road that leads to fame. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
Of all the kind of pains, the greatest pain is to love and to love in vain. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
Shall Nature, erring from her first command, self-preservation, fall by her own hand? — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
Of all the plagues with which the world is curst, Of every ill, a woman is the worst. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne Copy Share Image
