On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

False happiness is like false money; it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

True self-love and social are the same.

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.