Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.

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

Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.

All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!

Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.

Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.