Variety is the soul of pleasure.
Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.
Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality
'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!