Aaron Hill may refer to:
Reason gains all people by compelling none.
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.
Let never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
Don't call the world dirty because you forgot to clean your glasses.
She who means no mischief does it all.
Trust me--with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.
Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.
Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.
Order, thou eye of action.
When Christ at Cana's feast by pow'r divine, Inspir'd cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry'd they while, in red'ning tide, it gush'd, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush'd.
Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession's phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
Deceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.
Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains. 'Tis the same with common natures: Use 'em kindly, they rebel; But be rough as nutmeg-graters, And the rogues obey you well.