Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!
You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.
Women hate a debt as men a gift.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.