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

Envy is a kind of praise.

But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.

Look round, the wrecks of play behold; Estates dismember'd, mortgaged, sold! Their owners now to jails confin'd, Show equal poverty of mind.

Learning by study must be won; 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.

What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.