Pity melts the mind to love.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.