This also, that I live, I consider a gift of God.
Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.
Gold will buy the highest honours; and gold will purchase love.
Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!
Dear to girls' hearts is their own beauty.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.