Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?