Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
False happiness is like false money; it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.