Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
Merit challenges envy.
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.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.