Politicians Neither Love Nor Hate.

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.