Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

Dreams Are But Interludes That Fancy Makes... Sometimes Forgotten Things, Long Cast Behind Rush Forward In The Brain, And Come To Mind.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

For Every Inch That Is Not Fool, Is Rogue.

Much Malice Mingled With A Little Wit Perhaps May Censure This Mysterious Writ.