To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.

Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.

See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly!

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.

The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.