Thus like a Captive in an Isle confin'd,Man walks at large, a Pris'ner of the Mind

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

But love's a malady without a cure.