Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made.
Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.