Love Is Not In Our Choice But

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

For They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can.

Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.

Moderate Sorrow Fits Vulgar Love, And For A Vulgar Man: But I Have Lov'd With Such Transcendent Passion, I Soar'd, At First, Quite Out Of Reason's View, And Now Am Lost Above It.