Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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?