Colley Cibber

The happy have whole days,
and those they choose.
The unhappy have but hours,
and those they lose.

Happiness

Words are but empty thanks.

Words

Banish that fear; my flame can never waste,
For love sincere refines upon the taste.

Love

So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love.

Love

Losers must have leave to speak.

Loss

A weak Invention of the Enemy.

Enemies

This business will never hold water.

Business Entrepreneurship

The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that rais'd it.

Fame

And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay
Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.

Perfume