A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

Live now; be damn'd hereafter.