Time conquers all, and we must time obey.

Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.

Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.