A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.
Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.
Wishing of all employments is the worst
Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry