Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.
The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?