Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
Midway from Nothing to the Deity!