Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Whoe'er he be That tells my faults, I hate him mortally.
Most women have no characters at all.
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart