Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.