Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.
In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.
Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.
"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.