It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

Steady of heart and stout of hand.