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

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

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

Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.

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.

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

The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.