Praising All Alike, Is Praising None.

Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.

Whoever Heard A Man Of Fortune In England Talk Of The Necessaries Of Life? . . . Whether We Can Afford It Or No, We Must Have Superfluities.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.