'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

Now, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.

Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.

All moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.