If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.

If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.

A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.

You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.

Exercise thy lasting youth defends.