The nicest constitutions of government are often like the finest pieces of clock-work, which, depending on so many motions, are therefore more subject to be out of order.

A perfect woman's but a softer man.

Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

Passions are the gales of life.