Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
Man wants little, nor that little long.
And friend received with thumps upon the back.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.