Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

Love sees with the heart and not with mind.