Poets, like friends to whom you are in debt, you hate.

Thy books should, like thy friends, not many be/Yet such wherein men may thy judgment see.

Grief is so far from retrieving a loss that it makes it greater; but the way to lessen it is by a comparison with others' losses.

Money makes up in a measure all other wants in men.

I have heard people eat most heartily of another man's meat, that is, what they do not pay for.

Conversation augments pleasure and diminishes pain by our having shares in either; for silent woes are greatest, as silent satisfaction leas; since sometimes our pleasure would be none but for telling of it, and our grief insupportable but for participation.

Go to your business, pleasure, whilst I go to my pleasure, business.