Truth never was indebted to a lie

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

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

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

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

To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.

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.