Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.
The cause is hidden; the effect is visible to all.
The love of fame puts spurs to the mind
I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.
Hate I shall, if I can; if I can't, I shall love though not willing.
Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.