He is white-livered and red-faced.
Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
Speak low, if you speak love.
In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.