Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.

Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.

A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.

If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

Treason seldom dwells with courage.

Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!