Love either finds equality or makes it.
For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.