I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.
A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than of expense.
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!
Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.