Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them Too.

It Is No Great Misfortune To Oblige Ungrateful People, But An Unsupportable One To Be Forced To Be Under An Obligation To A Scoundrel.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.