I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.

Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.

To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.

Threatened folk live long.

In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.