Whoe’er thou art, thy Lord and master see, Thou wast my Slave, — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
O Love! thou bane of the most generous souls! Thou doubtful pleasure, — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
Shall Nature, erring from her first command, self-preservation, fall by her own hand? — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
Of all the kind of pains, the greatest pain is to love and to love in vain. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
The radiant sun sends from above ten thousand blessings down, nor is — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind, Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
Marriage the happiest bond of love might be, If hands were only joined when hearts agree. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
The virtuous nothing fear but life with shame, And death’s a pleasant — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
Happy the man, of mortals happiest he, Whose quiet mind from vain — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
Mankind, from Adam, have been women’s fools; Women, from Eve, have been — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
Of all the plagues with which the world is curst, Of every ill, a woman is the worst. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne
