To Find A Young Fellow

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.

Uncertainty And Expectation Are The Joys Of Life. Security Is An Insipid Thing.

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

He That First Cries Out Stop Thief, Is Often He That Has Stolen The Treasure.

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.