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.

Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

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.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.

When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.