Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.

What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.

I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.