Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.

Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest.

True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.