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.

Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.

Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.