An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.