Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.
The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.
False as the adulterate promises of favorites in power when poor men court them.
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
Base natures ever judge a thing above them, and hate a power they are too much obliged to.