We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]

No man provokes me with impunity.

A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam, A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure smooth pearl, and orient too? So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast.

As the yellow gold is tried in fire, so the faith of friendship must be seen in adversity.

Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.

Trivial losses often prove great gains.

The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.