A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.
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.
