The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True.
I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow
Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.
The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead.