Virtue Is Beauty, But The Beauteous Evil.

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

Taffeta Phrases, Silken Terms Precise, Three-piled Hyperboles, Spruce Affection, Figures Pedantical--these Summer Flies Have Blown Me Full Of Maggot Ostentation.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.