Is there any thing Men take more pains about than to render themselves unhappy?

What pains our Justice takes his faults to hide, With half that pains sure he might cure 'em quite

Let all Men know thee, but no man know thee thoroughly: Men freely ford that see the shallows.

Can grave and formal pass for wise, When Men the solemn Owl despise?

When a man and a woman die, as poets sung, His heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue

If you teach a poor young man to shave himself, and keep his razor in order, you may contribute more to the happiness of his life than in giving him a thousand guineas.