For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

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.

Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.

Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.

If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.

Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.