Sleep, thou patron of mankind, Great physician of the mind Who does nor pain nor sorrow know, Sweetest balm of every woe.

Remember, nothing succeeds without toil.

Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?

I was not born to share the hate, but love.

Evil gains work their punishment.

What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?

It is not righteousness to outrage