The zeal of fools offends at any time.

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.

Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.