Smiling half-reluctance seems to promise more than the frankest gesture of desire.

Like other high subjects, the Law gives no ground to common sense.

I will not tolerate your faults. They are of no use to me.

Too timid to talk back, I shot my adversary.

We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.

Title deeds generally outlast poems.

We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues.