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

Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

Remorse begets reform.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.