Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.

Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

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

When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.

Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.