Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the chief, when fortune owns the cause.
I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.
The winds are out of breath.
When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
He made all countries where he came his own.
Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.