If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
Genius must be born, it can't be taught.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.