'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.

If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

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

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

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?