Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

Pleasure never comes sincere to man; but lent by heaven upon hard usury.

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

The propriety of thoughts and words, which are the hidden beauties of a play, are but confusedly judged in the vehemence of action.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.