Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
Who fears t' offend takes the first step to please.
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.