If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.
Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.
It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.
Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.