Truth needs not flowers of speech.

Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.

Whoe'er he be That tells my faults, I hate him mortally.

In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd