Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.