In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.

Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.

Wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where with her best nurse Contemplation, she plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings that in the various bustle of resort were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired.

Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.

On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.