When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything, each of them generally gets that which he likes least.
The lot of man - to suffer and to die.
And empty heads console with empty sound.
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.