The very pink of perfection.

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity; it is that which gives value to every character. The ignorant peasant, without fault, is greater than the philosopher with many; for what is genius or courage without a heart?

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.

And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.

Hope, like the gleaming taper

Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.