Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?
Wonder is involuntary praise.
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.