The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.

History - the devil's scripture

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Life is too short for chess.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.

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.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.