For they can conquer who believe they can.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.
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.