And die of nothing but a rage to live.

No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.