But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.

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

I am free in performing an action if I could have done otherwise if I had chosen to.

Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.

But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.

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

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.