Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

My love's a noble madness.

I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.