Alas, the transports beauty can inspire!
Hope is the best part of our riches.
Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.
Mortal beauty stings while it delights.
At the best, sarcasms, bitter irony, scathing wit, are a sort of swordplay of the mind. You pink your adversary, and he is forthwith dead; and then you deserve to be hung for it.
Bad taste is a species of bad morals.