Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.
Consult the Genius of the Place in all.
A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.