As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.
Virtue is her own reward.
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.