Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.
Despair and Genius are too oft connected
Prolonged endurance tames the bold.
This is to be along; this, this is solitude!