Tis the defect of age to rail at the pleasures of youth.

A Man that wants Money thinks none can be unhappy that has it.

And lash the vice and follies of the age.

Friendship's a noble name, 'tis love refined.

Resolve to be merry though the ship were sinking.

Lying is a thriving Vocation.

I always lov'd Precaution, and took care to avoid Dangers. But when a thing was past, I ever had Philosophy to be easie.