The Chain Of Friendship, However Bright, Does

Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From No Petty Cause.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven: It Is Not Fantasy's Hot Fire, Whose Wishes Soon As Granted Fly; It Liveth Not In Fierce Desire.

Methinks I Will Not Die Quite Happy Without Having Seen Something Of That Rome Of Which I Have Read So Much.

Commend Me To Sterling Honesty Though Clad In Rags.

In Love Quarrels The Party That Loves The Most Is Always Most Willing To Acknowledge The Greater Fault.