O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.

We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.

No craving void left aching in the soul.