I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes. >>
Then, like an old-time orator impressively he rose; I make the most of >>
Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty? >>
The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her. >>
A lover, when he is admitted to cards, ought to be solemnly silent, an >>
Scratch a lover, and find a foe. >>
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.