This only grant me, that my means may lie too low for envy, for contempt too high.
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
Life is an incurable disease.
But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
Hope! Of all the ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.
