Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.
But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.
I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.