Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.

[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.

No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.

Great offices will have great talents.