“ But love's a malady without a cure. ”
But far more numerous was the herd of such,Who think too little, and who talk too much.
~ John Dryden
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
Welcome, thou kind deceiver!Thou best of thieves: who, with an easy key,Dost open life, and, unperceived by us,Even steal us from ourselves.
For you may palm upon us new for old:All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.
