But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.

Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

Every woman is at heart a rake.

Cavil you may, but never criticise.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.