Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.
Even victors are by victories undone.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
What passions cannot music raise or quell?
