Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.

The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.

The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.

I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.

Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.

On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.