Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

Successful Crimes Alone Are Justified.

I Am Resolved To Grow Fat, And Look Young Till Forty.

A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of Nature.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.