Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.
There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.