Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore; full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.

Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.

The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.