He never said a foolish thing nor never did a wise one.

Now piercèd is her virgin zone; She feels the foe within it. She hears a broken amorous groan, The panting lover's fainting moan, Just in the happy minute.

Love's chemistry thrives best in equal heat.

Whenever you preach, be sure that you lift the Saviour high and lay the sinner low.

Late children are early orphans.

'Tis dangerous to think - For who by thinking tempts his jealous Fate, Is straight arraign'd as Traytor to the State, And none that come within the Verge of Sense, Have to Preferment now the least Pretence. . . .

Born to myself, I like myself alone.