There is no excellence uncoupled with difficulties.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
Pride is innate in beauty, and haughtiness is the companion of the fair.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
How little you know about the age you live in if you think that honey is sweeter than cash in hand
I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.