Age and want sit smiling at the gate.
The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.
Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.
There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.
Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.