Even victors are by victory undone

Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own webs from their own entrails spin And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch

What all your sex desire is Sovereignty

Repentance is but want of power to sin

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind

He loved me well so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life he lost it for me

Love is love's reward

They that possess the prince possess the laws

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone

And plenty makes us poor