Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.
'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!
Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.
Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
I value fame as much as if I had been born a Hero.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.