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.

Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.

Only begin, and you will become eloquent of yourself.

The more they drink the more they thirst.

Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.

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

Haste is productive of injury, and so is too much hesitation. He is the wisest man who does everything at the proper time.