Here 's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here 's to the widow of fifty; Here 's to the flaunting, extravagant queen, And here 's to the housewife that 's thrifty! Let the toast pass; Drink to the lass; I 'll warrant she 'll prove an excuse for the glass.

I loved him for himself alone.

To smile at the jest which plants a thorn in another's breast is to become a principal in the mischief.

Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.

You write with ease, to show your breeding, But easy writing's vile hard reading.

Prudence, like experience, must be paid for.

An apothecary should never be out of spirits.