It is a kingly act to help the fallen.

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.

It is prudence that first forsakes the wretched.

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

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.

Women can always be caught; that's the first rule of the game.

Small minds are captivated by trifles.