The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.
Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.
Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
Order, thou eye of action.