Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
For when with beauty we can virtue join We paint the semblance of a form...
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke how cruel thy dart....
Wit is so shining a quality that everybody admires it most people aim at it all people fear it and few love it unless in themselves. A man must have a good share of wit himself to endure a great share of it in another.
