How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!
Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.
Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more?
Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.