Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.
Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.
O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.