Wonder is involuntary praise.

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.

Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.

Man wants little, nor that little long.

A God all mercy is a God unjust.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.