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.

She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.

Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.

Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.

A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much

Envy's a sharper spur than pay.