None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
Virtue's guard is labor; ease, her sleep.
Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden's hold,--a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.