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.

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

The luxury of doing good surpasses every other personal enjoyment.

What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes

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

To shoot at crows is powder flung away.

To friendship every burden's light.