He Who Has The Judge For His

Love Is A Power Too Strong To Be Overcome By Anything But Flight.

Nothing Costs Less Nor Is Cheaper Than Compliments Of Civility.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

Make Yourself Honey And The Flies Will Devour You.

Love Is Invisible And Comes And Goes Where It Wants, Without Anyone Asking About It.