Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

I Value Fame As Much As If I Had Been Born A Hero.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

As Love Is The Most Noble And Divine Passion Of The Soul, So Is It That To Which We May Justly Attribute All The Real Satisfactions Of Life, And Without It, Man Is Unfinished, And Unhappy.