How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Folly ends where genuine hope begins.

The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.

We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.

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