None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

The Bravest Men Are Subject Most To Chance.

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock Which I May Call Almost Inexhaustible, Of Figurative, Elegant, And Sounding Words.

'tis A Good Thing To Laugh At Any Rate; And If A Straw Can Tickle A Man, It Is An Instrument Of Happiness.