The first is the law, the last prerogative.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
Love is love’s reward.
Self-defence is Nature’s eldest law.
Even victors are by victories undone.
Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.