To have joy, one must share it.
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!