You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
The happy have whole days, and those they choose. The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.
A weak invention of the Enemy.
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended.
Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.