Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

On wrongs swift vengeance waits.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?

A mighty maze! But not without a plan.