Most women have no characters at all.

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!

Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.

All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.

The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see