Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.

Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.

God makes all things good; Man meddles with 'em and they become evil.

Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.

A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.

Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.

Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.