So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.

It should seem that indolence itself would incline a person to be honest, as it requires infinitely greater pains and contrivance to be a knave.

My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.

A miser grows rich by seeming poor. An extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich.

Nothing is certain in London but expense.

Grandeur and beauty are so very opposite, that you often diminish the one as you increase the other. Variety is most akin to the latter, simplicity to the former.

Fashion is a great restraint upon your persons of taste and fancy; who would otherwise in the most trifling instances be able to distinguish themselves from the vulgar.