I learned to love despair.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

In solitude, when we are least alone.

Religion-freedom-vengeance-what you will, A word's enough to raise mankind to kill.

When people say, "I've told you fifty times," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," They make you dread that they'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, but then, no doubt, it equally as true is, a good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.