There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.

Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.

As soon seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff Believe a woman or an epitaph Or any other thing that’s false Before you trust in critics.

The French courage proceeds from vanity

I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.