I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.
Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.
There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased, They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: And sure he must have more than mortal Skill, Who please one against his Will.