This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.

Life is an incurable disease.

Man is too near all kinds of beasts,--a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!

"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms."

Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.

Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.