No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.

There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self.

Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.

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

I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.