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.
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
She who means no mischief does it all.