Let shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel..

When Christ at Cana's feast by pow'r divine, Inspir'd cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry'd they while, in red'ning tide, it gush'd, The ba….

Deceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them..

First, then, a woman will, or won't, - depend on't; If she will do't, she will; and there's an end on't. But, if she won't, since safe and sound your….

Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes..

Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied….

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade..

Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer..

Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish..

Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy..

Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth..

Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake..

Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving..

The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium..

She who means no mischief does it all..

The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him..

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by..

Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme..

Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter..

Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession's phlegm, and needs no ancestors..

Let never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fat….