I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.
Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?