Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.