Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.

Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.

Fame is the thirst of youth.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.