Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.
Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
And make each day a critic on the last.
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
The character of covetousness, is what a man generally acquires more through some niggardliness or ill grace in little and inconsiderable things, than in expenses of any consequence.