Deathless laurel is the victor's due.
Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.
The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.
Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.