Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.

Order, thou eye of action.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

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.

Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession's phlegm, and needs no ancestors.

Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.

First, then, a woman will, or won't, - depend on't; If she will do't, she will; and there's an end on't. But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.