Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

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

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer