The luxury of doing good surpasses every other personal enjoyment.

In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.

Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?

Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.

One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.

I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame. Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, Imagine that they raise their own. Thus Scribblers, covetous of praise, Think slander can transplant the bays.

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.