'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
Age and want sit smiling at the gate.
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.
When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.