Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

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

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.

Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.