And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.
Happiness was born a twin.
The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.