By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, through the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.
Thy wife is a constellation of virtues; she's the moon, and thou art the man in the moon.
Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.