Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a place--as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.

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!

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.