What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

Love either finds equality or makes it.

The bravest men are subject most to chance.

Prodigious actions may as well be done, by weaver's issue, as the prince's son.

We by art unteach what Nature taught.

Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.