O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.