So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
Learning by study must be won; 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Whoever heard a man of fortune in England talk of the necessaries of life? . . . Whether we can afford it or no, we must have superfluities.
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!