Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.

I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.

If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.

Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.

That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!