And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

O, reason not the need!

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.