Oh! too convincing -- dangerously dear -- In woman's eye the unanswera >>
There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, so >>
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; >>
The sage does not hoard. Having bestowed all he has on others, he has >>
All man's miseries derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room >>
The spendthrift robs his heirs the miser robs himself. >>
I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes -- and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.