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.

Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.

What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes

The charge is prepared; the lawyers are met; The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd. For death is a debt, A debt on demand. So take what I owe.

Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.

Envy is a kind of praise.

No author ever spar'd a brother.