But if you'll prosper, mark what I advise, Whom age, and long experience render wise.

No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

So perish all who do the like again.