Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
Gold is the key, whatever else we try; and that sweet metal aids the conqueror in every case, in love as well as war.
Perfect reason flees all extremity, and leads one to be wise with sobriety.
The impromptu reply is precisely the touchstone of the man of wit.
The road is a long one from the projection of a thing to its accomplishment.
Birth means nothing where there is no virtue.