Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain