Theirs is the present who can praise the past.
Virtues, like essences, lose their fragrance when exposed.
The making presents to a lady one addresses is like throwing armor into an enemy's camp, with a resolution to recover it.
Love can be founded upon Nature only.
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
Grandeur and beauty are so very opposite, that you often diminish the one as you increase the other. Variety is most akin to the latter, simplicity to the former.