Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Joseph Addison
Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.
Joseph Addison
'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.
Joseph Addison
Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.
Joseph Addison