Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.
God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.
'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.
I value fame as much as if I had been born a Hero.