One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.
Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.