The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them
The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.
Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.