Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.
Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even worlds themselves.
There is no sinner like a young saint.