Live now; be damn'd hereafter.
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
They only babble who practise not reflection