Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.
Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
She who means no mischief does it all.
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
Order, thou eye of action.
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.