How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

Greatness knows itself.

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.

Hate pollutes the mind.

Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.