In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.
Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.
Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.
Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.
Can love be controll'd by advice?
Gamesters and highwaymen are generally very good to their whores, but they are very devils to their wives.