She's good, being gone.
Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.