If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.
But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.
A field of glory is a field for all.
'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.