Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.