Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.
I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.
I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.