All nature is but art unknown to thee.

A brave man thinks no one his superior who does him an injury, for he has it then in his power to make himself superior to the other by forgiving it.

Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.

The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.