The fortitude of a Christian consists in patience, not in enterprises which the poets call heroic, and which are commonly the effects of interest, pride and worldly honor.
The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
The perverseness of my fate is such that he's not mine because he's mine too much.
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.