The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy.
No one ever suddenly became depraved.
The love of money grows as the money itself grows.
Men who ape the saint and play the sinner.
Bad men hate sin through fear of punishment; good men hate sin through their love of virtue.
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.