The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
A bevy of fair women.
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.