To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.
There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.
Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.
Some are unwisely liberal, and more delight to give presents than to pay debts.
Approved valor is made precious by natural courtesy.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his