New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.