If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.
New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.