Dead we become the lumber of the world.
It is a very good world to live in, To lend or to spend, or to live in; but to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own, It is the very worst world that ever was known.
Envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame that nobody ever had the confidence to own it.
Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense
Tis a meaner part of sense to find a fault than taste an excellence.
Now piercèd is her virgin zone; She feels the foe within it. She hears a broken amorous groan, The panting lover's fainting moan, Just in the happy minute.