Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.

Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.

All moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.

The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.