Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
Then came October, full of merry glee.
Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.