Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.