Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!

Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.

Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.

Music might tame and civilize wild beasts, but 'tis evident it never yet could tame and civilize musicians.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.