Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.
Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?