Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store

New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.

I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.

Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.