Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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.
The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
Pity melts the mind to love.
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.