He trudg’d along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

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• Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
• Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
• She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence: Sex to the last.
• When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
• A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
• A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.