And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.

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

Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.

Heaven gives its favourites-early death.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.