Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.
What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes
Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!
A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.
Learning by study must be won; 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.
Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.