...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore

The fever called "living" Is conquer'd at last.

Philosophers have often held dispute As to the seat of thought in man and brute For that the power of thought attends the latter My friend, thy beau, hath made a settled matter, And spite of dogmas current in all ages, One settled fact is better than ten sages. (O,Tempora! O,Mores!)

Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.

Whether people grow fat by joking, or whether there is something in fat itself which predisposes to a joke, I have never been quite able to determine.

If we cannot comprehend God in his visible works, how then in his inconceivable thoughts, that call the works into being?

I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.