Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!

Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.

A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.

There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place.

No craving void left aching in the soul.