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.

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!