The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
Deathless laurel is the victor's due.
Love is love's reward.
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.