Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a place--as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.

Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.

Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.