The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.

What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?

Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.

If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.

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

Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.

Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.