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.

God himself favors the brave.

Love is a believing creature.

Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.

The penalty may be removed, the crime is eternal.

Virtue and vice, evil and good, are siblings, or next-door neighbors, Easy to make mistakes, hard to tell them apart.

It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.