A joke's a very serious thing.

England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.

If you mean to profit, learn to praise.

Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.

Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.

The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.

Patience is sorrow's salve.