A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Truth never was indebted to a lie
Live now; be damn'd hereafter.
Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.