He That Has Once Concluded It Lawful

If Pleasure Was Not Followed By Pain, Who Would Forbear It?

Prepare For Death, If Here At Night You Roam, And Sign Your Will Before You Sup From Home.

In A Man's Letters You Know, Madam, His Soul Lies Naked, His Letters Are Only The Mirror Of His Breast, Whatever Passes Within Him Is Shown Undisguised In Its Natural Process. Nothing Is Inverted, Nothing Distorted, You See Systems In Their Elements, You Discover Actions In Their Motives.

It Is Indeed Certain, That Whoever Attempts Any Common Topick, Will Find Unexpected Coincidences Of His Thoughts With Those Of Other Writers; Nor Can The Nicest Judgment Always Distinguish Accidental Similitude From Artful Imitation.

Life Is Short. The Sooner That A Man Begins To Enjoy His Wealth The Better.