The Hours We Pass With

If You Were To Make Little Fishes Talk, They Would Talk Like Whales.

Romance And Novel Paint Beauty In Colors More Charming Than Nature, And Describe A Happiness That Humans Never Taste. How Deceptive And Destructive Are Those Pictures Of Consummate Bliss!

Don't Let Us Make Imaginary Evils, When You Know We Have So Many Real Ones To Encounter.

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, And Finds Too Late That Men Betray, What Charm Can Soothe Her Melancholy, What Art Can Wash Her Guilt Away?

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.