Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.

In my youth I thought of writing a satire on mankind! but now in my age I think I should write an apology for them.

Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to drown the bitterness of cares.

Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments.

Does he council you better who bids you, Money, by right means, if you can: but by any means, make money ?

Poetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance.

In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]