This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.

Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.

Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!

Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.

The present is all the ready money Fate can give.

Man is too near all kinds of beasts,--a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.

Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.