'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!
Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
There is no sinner like a young saint.
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.