Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?
It seemed to me pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.
All the bloomy flush of life is fled.
The fortunate circumstances of our lives are generally found, at last, to be of our own producing.
Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.