Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.
And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.
Heaven gives its favourites-early death.
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.