No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It

Nor Hell A Fury, Like A Woman Scorn'd.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father Of His Country.

Marriage Is Honourable, As You Say; And If So, Wherefore Should Cuckoldom Be A Discredit, Being Deriv'd From So Honourable A Root?

Music Has Charms To Soothe A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak. I've Read That Things Inanimate Have Moved, And, As With Living Souls, Have Been Inform'd, By Magic Numbers And Persuasive Sound.