Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.
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.
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.