The Dew Of Compassion Is A Tear.

O Fame! If I Ever Took Delight In Thy Praises, Twas Less For The Sake Of Thy High-sounding Phrases, Than To See The Bright Eyes Of The Dear One Discover The Thought That I Was Not Unworthy To Love Her.

Your Thief Looks Exactly Like The Rest, Or Rather Better; 'tis Only At The Bar, And In The Dungeon, That Wise Men Know Your Felon By His Features.

A Pretty Woman Is A Welcome Guest.

Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.