For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
Love is love's reward.
None but the brave deserve the fair.
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.
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.