For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.

The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.