I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.
Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Who pleases one against his will.