Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.
What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
Pity swells the tide of love.
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!