There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.
'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
Cavil you may, but never criticise.