Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.

Of all mechanics, of all servile handycrafts-men, a gamester is the vilest. But yet, as many of the quality are of the profession, he is admitted amongst the politest company.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.

In love we are all fools alike.

Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.

One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.

And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.