Nations and empires flourish and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey.
We two are to ourselves a crowd.
What one beholds of a woman is the least part of her.
It is no less a feat to keep what you have, than to increase it. In one there is chance, the other will be a work of art.
Occupy yourself, and you will be out of harm's way.
It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.