We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.

This is the short and the long of it.

Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.