Absence of suffering is not happiness
     Arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive tone
     At my age we count it gain not to be disappointed
     Buy indugence for sins to be committed in the future
     Caress or a spank from you—­each at the proper time
     Clothes the ugly truth as with a pleasing garment
     Couple seemed to get on so perfectly well without them
     Death itself sometimes floats ‘twixt cup and lip’
     Exceptional people are destined to be unhappy in this world
     Had laid aside what we call nerves
     Honest anger affords a certain degree of enjoyment
     If speech be silver, silence then is gold! 
     Laughing before sunrise causes tears at evening
     Like a clock that points to one hour while it strikes another
     Mirrors were not allowed in the convent
     Ovid, ‘We praise the ancients’
     Pays better to provide for people’s bodies than for their brains
     People see what they want to see
     Repeated the exclamation:  “Too late!” and again, “Too late! 
     Seems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign it
     To-morrow could give them nothing better than to-day
     Who watches for his neighbour’s faults has a hundred sharp eyes
     Who gives great gifts, expects great gifts again
     Wrath has two eyes—­one blind, the other keener than a falcon’s