Feeble verses are those which sin not against rules, but against genius.

I serve your Beaune to my friends, but your Volnay I keep for myself.

What! Have you no monks to teach, to dispute, to govern, to intrigue and to burn people who do not agree with them?

Weakness on both sides is, as we know, the motto of all quarrels.

I should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms.

If you wish to converse with me, define your terms.

Love is a cloth which imagination embroiders.