Aaron Hill (writer)

Yours is the guilt of all, who, judging wrong,Stops at the ear—with power to shake the heart.

— Aaron Hill (writer)

O'er Nature's laws, God cast the veil of night, Out blaz'd a Newton's soul — and all was light.

— Aaron Hill (writer)

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.

— Aaron Hill (writer)

But me no buts.

— Aaron Hill (writer)

Tender-handed stroke a nettle,And the rogues obey you well.

— Aaron Hill (writer)

You talk no more of that gay nation now, Their virtue due to nature, not to fear.

— Aaron Hill (writer)

Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.

— Aaron Hill (writer)

First, then, a woman will or won’t, depend on ’t;Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.

— Aaron Hill (writer)

Reason gains all men, by compelling none. And he, who bears it not, has no friend there.

— Aaron Hill (writer)

Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, No last decision till we meet again.

— Aaron Hill (writer)