Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near

The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind! Each Pray'r Accepted, And Each Wish Resign'd

What So Pure, Which Envious Tongues Will Spare? Some Wicked Wits Have Libell'd All The Fair, With Matchless Impudence They Style A Wife, The Dear-bought Curse, And Lawful Plague Of Life; A Bosom Serpent, A Domestic Evil, A Night Invasion, And A Mid-day Devil; Let Not The Wise These Sland'rous Words Regard, But Curse The Bones Of Ev'ry Living Bard.

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

If A Man's Character Is To Be Abused There's Nobody Like A Relative To Do The Business.