Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.