“A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity of bondage.”
MOORE’S MELODIES.
“Long, long be my heart with such memories fill’d,
Like the vase in which roses have once been distill’d;
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will.
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.”
Sir John Suckling. Brennoralt, act v.
“Thou motion’st well, nor have I taken leave.
It keeps a sweetness yet, [Kisses her].