In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.
Silence gives consent.
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.