If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.

How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.

I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.

Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.