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| Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end. | | Uncategorized | |
| Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue! | | Habit | |
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| Love is love's reward. | | Love | |
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| Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age | | Absence | |
| Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds. | | Love | |
| Men are but children of a larger growth, our appetites as apt to change as theirs, and full as craving too, and full as vain. | | Men | |
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| More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store | | Liberty | |
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| Nature meant me a wife, a silly harmless household Dove, fond without art; and kind without deceit. | | Uncategorized | |
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| None but the brave deserves the fair. | | Courage | |
| Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Of seeming arms to make a short essay, / Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. | | Uncategorized | |
| Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may be. | | Happiness | |
| Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own webs from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch | | Soul | |
| Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are | | Uncategorized | |
