in black ink my love may still shine bright.
We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
A young man married is a man that's marred.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.