The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.
Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
Indeed there's a woundy luck in names.
All concord's born of contraries.
True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.