The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.