Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.

He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.

Fair words butter no parsnips.

Fair words butter no parsnips.

Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.

Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Nature never says one thing, and science another.

Nature never says one thing, and science another.

Nothing is so secure in its position as not to be in danger from
the attack even of the read more

Nothing is so secure in its position as not to be in danger from
the attack even of the weak.

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret
fire.

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret
fire.

Of what avail are pedigrees?

Of what avail are pedigrees?