In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.
Envy is a kind of praise.
I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
Gamesters and highwaymen are generally very good to their whores, but they are very devils to their wives.
The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.