Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.