He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.
Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.
Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.