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

The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.

Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

True self-love and social are the same.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.