But Love's A Malady Without A Cure.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Even Kings But Play; And When Their Part Is Done, Some Other, Worse Or Better, Mounts The Throne.