Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.

Isn't the greatest rule of all the rules simply to please?

People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous.

My heavens! I've been talking prose for the last forty years without knowing it.

Hypocrisy is a fashionable vice, and all fashionable vices pass for virtue.

You are my peace, my solace, my salvation.

Our minds need relaxation, and give way unless we mix with work a little play.