Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.