Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.
They think too little who talk too much.
As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.