Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.
The happy have whole days, and those they choose. The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
When we are conscious of the least comparative merit in ourselves, we should take as much care to conceal the value we set upon it, as if it were a real defect; to be elated or vain upon it is showing your money before people in want.