What shall we call this undetermin'd state, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless oceans, That whence we came, and that to which we tend? — George Lillo Copy Share Image
There's sure no passion in the human soul, But finds its food in music. — George Lillo Copy Share Image
When gratitude o'erflows the swelling heart, and breathes in free and uncorrupted praise for benefits received, propitious heaven takes such acknowledgment as fragrant incense,… — George Lillo Copy Share Image
The firmest purpose of a woman's heart to well-timed, artful flattery may yield. — George Lillo Copy Share Image
A noble birth and fortune, though they make not a bad man good, yet they are a real advantage to a worthy one and… — George Lillo Copy Share Image
