Matthew Priorwas an English poet and diplomat. He is also known as a contributor to The Examiner... (wikipedia)
They talk most who have the least to say.
Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
They never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.
It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.
Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
When people once are in the wrong, Each line they add is much too long; Who fastest walks, but walks astray, Is only furthest from his way.
To John I owed great obligation; but John, unhappily, thought fit to publish it to all the nation: Sure John and I are more than quit.
It will be difficult for Toll to match Patrick's expectations with any final price likely to be challenging to justify.
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise.
For hope is but a dream for those that wake.
The most entertaining email I've had all week. Great tone.