Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.
Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
The winds are out of breath.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.
An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.