Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
All heiresses are beautiful.
To so perverse a sex all grace is vain.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.