It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved--is it not? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are on them.
Many laws as certainly make men bad, as bad men make many laws.
Falsehood is for a season.
Virtue is presupposed in friendship.
There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.
Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another.