The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
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.