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.
Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.
Fair words cost nothing.
A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much
Learning by study must be won; 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.