For they can conquer who believe they can.
The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.
Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.