The golden age is before us, not behind us.
More matter with less art.
Small to greater matters must give way.
Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.