Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.

Love is often the fruit of marriage.

We live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can't deceive.

Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.

In clothes as well as speech, the man of sense Will shun all these extremes that give offense, Dress unaffectedly, and, without haste, Follow the changes in the current taste.

I maintain, in truth, That with a smile we should instruct our youth, Be very gentle when we have to blame, And not put them in fear of virtue's name.

Birth is nothing where virtue is not