Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation- 'Tis said (for I'll not answer above ground For any sage's creed or calculation)- A mode of proving that the earth turn'd round In a most natural whirl, called 'gravitation'; And this is the sole mortal who could grapple, Since Adam, with a fall, or with an apple.

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.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.