I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.
One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.
She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
Envy's a sharper spur than pay.
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.
I cannot raise my worth too high; Of what vast consequence am I! "Not of the importance you suppose," Replies a Flea upon his nose; "Be humble, learn thyself to scan; Know, pride was never made for man.