Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
The very best of vineyards is the cellar
The French courage proceeds from vanity
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
I cannot conceive why people will always mix up my own character and opinions with those of the imaginary beings which, as a poet, I have the right and liberty to draw.