A perfect woman's but a softer man.
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.