Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.