Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.

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

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

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