Most authors steal their works, or buy.
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.
"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.