Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

But how can finite grasp Infinity?

We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.

But love's a malady without a cure.

Secret guilt is by silence revealed.