The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.
Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.
Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.
Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!
Misery travels free through the whole world!
As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.