Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!

Man may escape from rope and gun; Nay, some have outlived the doctor's pill: Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, He that tastes woman, ruin meets.

In love we are all fools alike.

Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!

And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.

The luxury of doing good surpasses every other personal enjoyment.