Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.
Midway upon the journey of our life
Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!
Love can move the Sun and the stars.
Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.
If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven