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.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.