Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.
Language most shows a man, speak that I may see thee.
In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Fortune, that favors fools.
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
Hell itself must yield to industry.