Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.

Most women have no characters at all.

Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.

Health consists with temperance alone.