Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.
When Caesar says, 'Do this', it is performed.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.