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Wrongs: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

The multitude is always in the wrong.— WENTWORTH DILLON — Essay on Translated Verse. L. 184.

Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.— BAYARD TAYLOR — Improvisations. Pt. 5.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged,— WORDSWORTH — The Excursion. Bk. III. L. 377.

Y. Our youth we can have but to-day; We may always find time to grow old.— BISHOP BERKELEY — Can Love be

S. Controlled by Advice? Young fellows will be young fellows.— BICKERSTAFF — Love in a Village. Act II. Sc. 2.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 23.

And both were young, and one was beautiful.— BYRON — The Dream. St. 2.

Her years Were ripe, they might make six-and-twenty springs; But there are forms which Time to touch forbears, And turns aside his scythe to vulgar things.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto V. St. 98.

Youth is to all the glad season of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.— CARLYLE — Essays. Schiller.

As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.— CICERO — Cato; or, An Essay on Old Age.

Life went a-Maying 10 With Nature, Hope, and Poesy; When I was young! When I was young?-Ah, woful when! C.— COLERIDGE — Youth and Age.

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.— COWPER — Tirocinium. L. 296.

Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.— SIR JOHN DENHAM — Of Prudence L. 225.

Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.— DRYDEN — Aureng-Zebe. Act III. Sc. 1.

Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.— EMERSON — Essays. The Poet.

Introduction. Youth holds no society with grief. EURIPIDES. L. 73. O happy unown'd youths! your limbs can bear The scorching dog-star and the winter's air, While the rich infant, nurs'd with care and pain, Thirsts with each heat and coughs with every rain!— GAY — Trivia. Bk. II. L. 145.

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.— GRAY — The Bard. Pt. II. St. 2.