The weakest soul, within itself unblest, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast
There is unspeakable pleasure attending the life of a voluntary student.
Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.
Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.
Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments, and as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imag-ination in the spoil?
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.