Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
'Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything, for 'Tis the only thing in this world that lasts, 'Tis the only thing worth working for, worth fighting for - worth dying for.
I don't say 'Tis impossible for an impudent man not to rise in the world, but a moderate merit with a large share of impudence is more probable to be advanced than the greatest qualifications without it.
I hate the noise and hurry inseparable from great Estates and Titles, and look upon both as blessings that ought only to be given to fools, for 'Tis only to them that they are blessings.
Prudent people are very happy; 'tis an exceeding fine thing, that's certain, but I was born without it, and shall retain to my day of Death the Humour of saying what I think.
'Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
'Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.
In outward show so splendid and so vain; 'tis but a gilded block without a brain.
Ay, rail at gaming - 'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city - you'll find a congregation in every tavern.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
'Tis education forms the common mind; just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
'Tis healthy to be sick sometimes.
Tis the only comfort of the miserable to have partners in their woes.
'Tis very great pity that they who are so apt to over-rate themselves in smaller matters, shou'd, where it most concerns them to know, and stand upon their Value, be so insensible of their own worth.
To plead for the Oppress'd and to defend the Weak seem'd to me a generous undertaking; for tho' it may be secure, 'tis not always Honourable to run over to the strongest party.
We all agree that its fit to be as Happy as we can, and we need no Instructor to teach us this Knowledge, 'tis born with us, and is inseparable from our Being, but we very much need to be Inform'd what is the true Way to Happiness.