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.

From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.

'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.

Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.

What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.

Variety's the source of joy below, From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow, In books and love the mind one end pursues, And only change the expiring flames renews.

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