Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.
But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.
If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.
'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.
The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.