The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!