When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.