Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.